My barren mind will oftentimes
Grasp for levelled words,
Its fallow field’s infertile,
Dreams dissolved to dirt.
I’d try to shake myself awake
Like thorns within a curse;
Letters in life’s word-game rattle,
A rib-cage emptied verbs.
Unpaid workers dug a hole,
They formed a pile of earth;
They bound me to a bloodied pole
Not far from my place of birth.
I did not even question how
These trap doors are not doors;
A lever, flattened oak-wood opened,
As out my soul then poured.
Do you remember when we stayed awake all night,
In a cornfield watching shooting stars ignite;
Or has the memory dissolved in the cauldrons of our time,
Stirred thickly with your husband, and your children so divine.
It’s just no matter what I do or where I seem to go,
I am always thinking of your kiss
In the cornfield-covered snow.