December 23, 2012

Grave by Catherine Zickgraf

I lie against you in the dirt, 
under trees whose roots reach into your tomb—
I wish they’d let you be.
But your body feeds their leaves
where their green veins flow.
You live again in their seeds.
They slid your heart
into a fissure where the earth parts
and was sewn back together again.                       
But you settled your soul
on the jade pond floor
where rock doors cover secret tunnels
into the warm darkness of my core.

Catherine Zickgraf is a writer first, a performer second.  As Catherine the Great, she has shared her spoken word from Boston to Miami to San Francisco and scores of stages in between.  See her perform at  
Yet the written word is her first love.  Her writing has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, PankBartleby-Snopes, and GUD Magazine.

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