the state of America is more cemetery than anything else by jacklyn janeksela

there’s a shovel in my foot digging my grave
or the graves of some brothers & sisters i’ve yet to meet

it’s hard to dig a grave, if you have never tried
mud is not like dirt is not like sand is much like flesh

flesh falls from the bone, you should know
you do it every day, some of you eat your own

ruminating the worms, the spiders, the pile of fingernails
seldom i find a wedding ring or a bff charm, mostly teeth

my parents ask me to dig their graves but i tell them
right now i can’t, there are too many others who need rest

people like kids who will never make it to high school
moms&dads of freshly born babies, freshly born babies, freshly born babies, freshly born

people tied to truth and justice and breathing, people
just minding their own goddamn fucking business

it’s hard to bury people who are younger and smaller than you
trust me they have more weight than any other body on the market

it’s hard to bury love & lovers, batches of no-names or worse even
a collection of non-white corpses still signing in their sleep

plant nightshades next to rotting bodies if you want to grow quickly
i’ve never tasted one, but i’ve heard good things

it’s hard to dig a grave, but someone’s gotta do it
someone’s gotta send off the good ones with a banner & a parade

 

jacklyn janeksela can be found @ felled limbsOddball MagazineThe Nervous BreakdownBerfroisBarrelhouseUut PoetryPig LatinThought Catalog, & Luna Magazine, etc. & xyz, but not on the radio.  forthcoming in WhiskeyPaper,  Reality Hands, & Manneqüin Haüs.  she is in a post-punk band called the velblouds. her baby @ femalefilet.  more art @ artmugre & a clip.  she is an energy.