i like digging holes

i buried you deep
in the cold
cold
ground
i buried you
like trash
but dug you up
like treasure
i buried you
a seed
in the ground
a bucket of compost
i buried you
& waited
not really knowing
but secretly hoping
something
anything
would
grow.

a bit of a mash-up of annie lennox & alice merton, apparently….

things continue to be confusing between dusty & me. he is having sleep overs & one morning he was all grumpy as fuck & i was ready to dig that hole again…but then he apologized & talked to me about what was going on….
so weird.
more journal pages as this unfolds….

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