3rd Place Winner – Enne Samuel
“I Think I Want to Eat Dirt”
And make a home in the richness beneath
Oh, to lose myself in the timbre of listless feet
Above my head, couples with
The flavouring of earth….
What would it be like?
Cloudy and ethereal? Sulfuric and torturous? I
Don’t know what, but
Does it matter?
I know I want to eat dirt. My body
Yawns for stillness underneath.
If only so the aches would cease, and so
The days would no longer dry out
What shrinking violets I’ve got left.
I wonder if it’s cold down there? If I should
Bring a blanket. If I should
(Does fire have calories?)