Green and yellow
a light movement
toward the left
to the rhythm of wind
and clouds
I have no choice
I become grass
helpless
without warning
Our song played
our first dance
as husband and wife
and the weight of the world
that was
came down on me
hollowness
in my chest
and the feeling
of my soul
leaving
Six.
Control.
Eight.
Breathe.
Six—
I clench.
Hard.
It hurts.
I release.
A weight.
Goes.
The birds fly.
The leaves tremble.
I wish
to become
grass.
