From Clay

what does it mean
that you’re gone

am i broken?

the last time your hair
your hands

never threw away your picture

this bed
is so cold
without you

am i broken?

what does it mean
to be alone
and cold

where are you right now
if i could hold you
i would never
throw away
this bed
so cold
and
broken?

clay
lonely and wet
cold and wet
alone and wet
without shape
wet
sit on the stone
and spin
and spin
sit on the stone
wet
without shape
wet and alone
wet and cold
wet and lonely
clay

your hands
without your hands
touch me
put your thumb
inside my soul
and your forefinger
about my body
and shape me
as i spin

pinch my heart
until it rises
until it rises
pull my spirit
from the bottom
to the top
from the stone
to shape

from clay
to life.