We’re all so beautiful. You know it
not from any myth or fashion magazine.
The earth worm wriggles
in the loamy aftermath of leaves
the frog’s tongue flicks the fly
in love with fly – the beauty and taste of fly
the fly’s eyes kiss good-bye a myriad world
ants sipping on peony buds open me
they’re the only flower allowed in the cemetery
where my mother’s body lies empty in her coffin
at the mortuary I could see she was gone
but the shell touched and tendered
by that waxy man in his dark respectable suit
held my love – even the awful blue eyeshadow
what was he thinking – that it was beautiful – the sky
blue sky laid over her brown earth eyes

loamy and dark for the worm

the beautiful worm