Dust to Dust

i want to cut 
from my abdomen to my chin 
and fill a long furrow 
of the earth with blood.
i’ll ask her to wait
before mending me
taste all my salt and metal

if i began to convulse,
let the zinnias disperse 
and inundate me. 
if i die, the petals and heavy rain 
will press me into her bosom.  
if i live, speak nothing of this; 
silence was my wish all along.

Audra Thorton

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