earthworm eyebrows

she's got chili-pepper lips and earthworm eyebrows and belongs in in the dirt, her toes like roots and her fingers like vines. she'd have him water her with white wine and she'd be happy down there with the bugs and the core that's sometimes too warm, but mostly it's just right.

he won't put her in the ground 'cause he says it's morbid, like he's burying her. he doesn't like thinking about death and wants her to stay beautiful. death and dirt ain't beautiful. she's not in love with him but instead it's the way he says hello that she can't let go. it's funny 'cause he never asked her to stay she's just got no other place to be.

so she goes and sits in the garden in her white nightgown and sinks her toes into the dirt and pretends she's growing like a weed. it hasn't rained yet, but it will and when it does, she'll be ready. she'll open her mouth and drink it all down and and she'll leave that nightgown behind. she'll leave it all behind and year later when the garden grows there will be these little nightgown plants and she'll remember the rain and think maybe it's time to leave again.