Riverbed

I want to feel how real
this muddy bottom is.
i want to dagger my toes
and sink them deep in its
watery womb. I want to
feel how real the fish
are on my skin, wear them
like diamonds, like fur.
I want to be eased
by the un-treed breezes that
shift and groan dsown here, that
bend and moan down here.
I want to hear the silence
beating its fin-thin wings.

I want to stand beneath
the undulating sky and
give up last breaths,
give up last breaths,
give up last breaths,
buried before I die.