i step outside and the grass remembers my form
I lay down with them in the spot they left for me
and I turn into one of them
we sway in the wind
bugs land on us to rest before they continue their path
at first, the bugs didn't trust me
but now they know I'm one of the grass
as a kid I didn't understand
I didn't understand why, when I looked down, I was not green
I didn't understand why I had eyes to see at all
no one understood why I looked longingly at the lawn
or why it made me so happy to have bugs land on me
like they knew
(in hind sight it seems so obvious
everything was wrong because I wasn't grass)
when I lay down
the aches of my bones go away
the problems of this body that isn't mine
for my true self is many
blades of green tucked in the earth
finally me
