You Are Pregnant You, You Are Dead

never had i seen a woman falling down

to the grass court

gingko across her face, yellowed by

a child and a boyfriend

calling so hard to its father, "bury me in the sawdust!"

deepen the dread, gotten rid of by this self immolation

AGAIN!

the dust that hides the sweetness of the pyre

feel you turn into tears and ashes inside my lungs