Wet Earth

Today i learned to build a fire
With wet earth and magnesium
And this evening, as i lay curled
He will not love me

The work of my hands this day unfolding
Again and again behind my drifting thoughts
Crack of dried twigs beneath my finger
Careful, careful, leaning

Flight of ember, shock of flame
I will try again and again
But still he will not love me

I was and am
Thinking of his sweet face
And the path the first tear
Drew along it

The brush of his beard and the rise
Of his skin beneath damp cotton
These things smoulder
Maybe they're too fresh to burn

But what if i could unfold this the way
My mind's hands keep snapping twigs
As i gather up the ends of my day
A motion and consequence, a crackle

Flight of embers, shock of flame
I will try again and again
But no, he will not love me
He will not love me
He will not love me
But no
I will try again and again



Credits
Writer(s): Rachel Hermes
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