By J. Savage, Contributor
I want to live like the dinosaurs.
I think these would calcify well.
Find me under hills. Find me arms spread
as if I know whether or not I had wings.
It’s all set in stone now.
Pull out my teeth and call me hungry. Figure out
what I could stomach. Find me ringed around the
others, we died together, we died together.
I don’t think it’d be that bad. We are heavy
already, at least we can sleep in history
at least then I can get some god damn rest.
I’m asking the earth to settle me. My bones
are tired. I want to be a part of this world,
but I don’t want it to hurt anymore.