and longing, make me green and orange
and golden. I want to bloom
from a flower, stem from your roots
I want you to sway and drop me
until I split open with want.
Bake me, porous and earthenware, put
your everything in me, make me
what you will, bury me
and with one word let me know what heaven
is the ground I walk on before
you un-earth me like a strewn piece of clay.
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