🖤

last night in the fields i lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead i fell asleep, as if in a vast and sloping room filled with those white flowers that open all summer, sticky and untidy, in the warm fields. when i woke the morning light was just slipping in front of the stars, and i was covered with blossoms. i don’t know how it happened— i don’t know if my body went diving down under the sugary vines in some sleep-sharpened affinity with the depths, or whether that green energy rose like a wave and curled over me, claiming me in its husky arms. i pushed them away, but i didn’t rise. never in my life had i felt so plush, or so slippery, or so resplendently empty. never in my life had i felt myself so near that porous line where my own body was done with and the roots and the stems and the flowers began.

the intimacy of "how do you know that?"