Bury my body in the wall

I remember when the swell used to come to the ridge

the house leans broken
 the heart pounds devoted

out in the grass 

sprinting through the jade

I have worked my hands callous

to content myself

to wish I was my own

If I was a prettier face

I wouldnt be here

likely laid to waste

between the boards

behind the siding

find my bones

the day they tear her down.