Dried Petals

These flowers bloom in me, no matter the season
Time lapse of roses sprouting in between my organs
At home in arid earth and mud beat by the rain
How do they blossom like this, somewhere so sordid?
How do I walk back to before my birth?
And bend my knees, and pluck my seed from the earth?
I need to take a deeper breath

I dream about the things that live under the dirt
Rising like springs that try to grow up from out of a mattress
Soil encrusted on the cover of my diary
Dried petals pressed between the pages of an atlas

Here you are again, oh earthen apparition
What does it mean when you appear out of the blue?
Holding chrysanthemums, holding carnations
I need to know what it is I have to do
How do I walk back to before my birth?
And bend my knees, and pluck my seed from the earth?
I need to take a deeper breath

I dream about the things that live under the dirt
Rising like springs that try to grow up from out of a mattress
Soil encrusted on the cover of my diary
Dried petals pressed between the pages of an atlas