Planting

A poem about wanting to heal someone's grief

I’m so sorry

I’m sorry for that grief behind your eyes
and it’s scales on your back

For you, I’d scoop it all up,
take it into my mouth,
and spit it out like bullets
at her and him and them

I would carve your name on a tree
because trees never die

I’d show you stones that have been broken into sand
and how they can still make castles

I plant kisses on your head and I hope they 
grow wide in your brain. 

The sun sets early now,
but I plant long summer nights in your mouth
and I pray they grow deep
in your chest
and blossom when you blink

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