But I’m Just a Skeleton in the Grass

If I could

I’d lay here longer—
let skin drink sun
after an eternity of months
gray as the downpour.

I’d consume something fizzy,
full of sugar, or Hopps—
Let it slip down my throat
& alter my blood.
make it sing.

I’d crush the blades flat.
weigh the world down
with my body full
of innards & tendons
& things slowly dying.

 

 

Juliette Givhan
The Arts Center Poetry Intern