this day is broken
just like the spirit
that huddles in me.
i want to feel the
ground surround me.
i want to sleep
below the trees.
i hear their beds
are softer than grass
and the crumbled dirt
makes comforting rooms.
i could rest and
i could follow the tunnels
with white roots dangling
and bits of me
juicy and moving
on the floor
dropped on the way
up to visit you
like old times but
i wouldn't because
i would feel again
the chasm the broken day
those two people
living in one mind
you and me and
you're the one that
broke me.
