Mourning is Reason Enough

mourning is reason
enough for lying down
in the dirt that slips
through my hands
like powdered milk

my dreams slip
through, too
sometimes she talks to me; she is the girl I missed in Junior high the muse that allowed me to die inside and we all remember the tears when our shaman left our tribe if we had only sat and listened a little more I wouldn't wake from darkness because I don't dream anymore and that's a damn frightening place to be because I want to be with you when I sleep and I would like to see something other than black when I close my eyes and lay down

I don't want truth
barreling down on
me dogmatically

dig?

I don't want a sing-
song symphony
feeling sorry
for me

dig?

I want to go back
into the dust and

I want to be
made again

you dig?