Becoming Real (People)
by lowly mollusk 🦪
Inspired by the song “Like Real People Do” by Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Scratching and scraping, nails gritty with dirt,
I burrow with frenzy and strife, to recover
the hope that I buried six feet in the earth.
Resting and waiting, interred there for ages,
I couldn’t have known that my project would rouse
deepening slumber, reversing the stages:
your dying, my grieving, corruption forestalled.
Pale cheeks become rose, eyelids flutter and twitch,
lungs bellow in concert, you start to recall:
Perfect reunion between flesh and spirit,
the tangible truth of long-suffering and bliss.
In marvel, I ponder our meeting, illicit,
I couldn’t have known it was you I would find.
I dredged up the soil to locate desire,
uncovered a coupling, once dormant—revived!