by Victoria Puffer
I am not empty
I never have been
I never will be
My blood, my bones
Even the hollow space in my lungs is occupied by air
Wind I can control
To sing
To play instruments
To say “I love you”
When I die, which I will,
I will go back to the ground
The ground will eat everything I have ever been
The good
The bad
The selfish
The lazy
The loving
Earth will reclaim me
And make me something new
Something beautiful