Poetry Month: Natural History by Kathleen Flenniken
*yawns* I was meant to be out at a kink club tonight, but honestly I'm just as happy staying in and writing fic.
When I die, lava will flow and preserve me whole
for 50,000 years. I'll be exhibited in a great museum,
next to the whale bones and amethyst geodes.
You'll be pinned with the butterflies,
handled with gloves, exquisitely fragile.
Isn't it funny they'll never connect us?
This rock woman with that paper man?
They were never in love.
She would have pounded him into dust.
He'd have been crushed by a woman like that.
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When I die, lava will flow and preserve me whole
for 50,000 years. I'll be exhibited in a great museum,
next to the whale bones and amethyst geodes.
You'll be pinned with the butterflies,
handled with gloves, exquisitely fragile.
Isn't it funny they'll never connect us?
This rock woman with that paper man?
They were never in love.
She would have pounded him into dust.
He'd have been crushed by a woman like that.
This was originally posted at http://lokifan.dreamwidth.org/314552.html. Comment wherever you like :)