Digital Poetics Weekly Poems
GOING NOWHERE FAST
My baby is spiraling around his pre-dug grave, , , trying the dirt on, shoring the walls, spreading his arms out wide, getting a feel for the size of the pit, testing the leg room, smelling the dirt, etc, , , everyday he climbs back out and i know that tomorrow he'll be right back in that hole, , , that hole that he won't leave but won't stay in, , , but, when he finally, finally, stays there, I’ll be the one with the shovel, tucking him in to his dirt bed, and kissing his forehead goodnight, , ,
My baby is spiraling around his pre-dug grave, , , trying the dirt on, shoring the walls, spreading his arms out wide, getting a feel for the size of the pit, testing the leg room, smelling the dirt, etc, , , everyday he climbs back out and i know that tomorrow he'll be right back in that hole, , , that hole that he won't leave but won't stay in, , , but, when he finally, finally, stays there, I’ll be the one with the shovel, tucking him in to his dirt bed, and kissing his forehead goodnight, , ,