Rata Gordon
dirt is unwanted particles
the way that weeds are unwanted plants
if the particles are wanted
we call it soil
my legs are made of soil
can you see the sponginess
of my thighs?
the way the rain just sinks right in?
it is because I am decomposing
there are creatures walking, rustling
slipping over and between
the parts of my body –
ribcase
spleen
the small gravelly
bones in my hands
they are carrying me away
piece by piece
to underground cellars
to the mouths of their children
they want me
they want the sunlight I am made of
the particles that have been
following me around