she loved me
like a fresh vegetable
as i yielded
to her green thumb
she fertilized me
with a layer of compost
and contemplation
was art
how she could
twist the remains
into a warm
accumulation
of decomposition
egg shells
grass clippings
fireplace ashes
newspaper shreds
browns
carbon rich
greens
nitrogen plenty
filled with earthworms
whom aerate my soil
consume pieces of me
together
in uniformity
i want to be as basic
as brown humus
in the heart
of your hands
as we beat
earthy renewal

"can i be your garden variety?"

neverletawordslipby!

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