I Could Sit Here - Poem
Zoe Davis
i could sit here
i could lean into my decomposition
i could grow roots here
sprout leaves, bare fruit.
i could be engulfed by the rainbows that leap from petals
i could become the bite of ants
sit here until my last inch of flesh was the pulse of a bug
sit until my hair is turned to dust
until my bones lie sun-bleached and brittle
until the hum of my exhale is the hum of a honey-drunk bee
until the fruit of my fertile flesh is in the stomach of a mother
is in the milk within her rich and sacred breast
is in the mouth of a cherished and buzzing infant
who looks upon his own seat with my same contented bliss
i could sit here until my death
and live a million lives.
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Posted Sep 21, 2023
A poetic reflection of my personal philosophy regarding the interconnectedness of all things.
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