i refuse to lurk below the soil
and beneath the shadow of
those delilahs you planted
all those months ago
at the base of my
heart, and
i don't know if i can breathe in
the exhaust of your leaving
but i can set fire to myself
in the turmoil of a torrential
downpour and you will
remember the way i
wilted to the ground
but didn't sink
under.
