At the front of the room I got ready to bury my words to you
In with the guests who had come to mourn
Ithaca looks pretty in the summer but you were born down
The road from their in the spring
Peeling back the cellophane from a fresh grapefruit
And breaking it’s gold skin against thumb
Leave it on the ground for fruit flies and millipedes
You told me that every living thing needs some love
You’re always there in the bug garden of my sleeping
Always there in the humming of the moths
I push that urn away in my closet, I don’t want to
Think that life would bottle you up in anything that small
Put the glass over the spider do not injure it you let it
Out the back door over the garden wall
What was it you said on the thursday outside of the house
When you told me about what was in you
Bad roots spreading through the body
And if they all get torn out it you will get torn out to
You’re always there in the bug garden of my sleeping
Always there in the humming of the moths
You’re always there in the bug garden of my sleeping
Always there in the humming of the moths
Orange light from the window on Kathryn St. where you
Put the pink fruit slices into your soft hand
Muted brown wood my young eyes on you a symphony
You’ll always be, the one who taught me to understand
You won’t just be compost
No one will just be compost
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