Death be not my bride
Sometimes I pretend I’m Death's groom
I find my father’s sperm still inside
I find it nestled in my mother’s egg
I find the original template
I find dead things like DNA replicating
Sometimes I feel dead inside
I become fallen leaves in November
Their double-helix uncoupling
I become my bamboo chair sunbathing
I even become the lifeless moon
Death be patient, stay the desire
Trees need leaves alive or dead
Dead DNA bears many children
Wait, loved ones need me alive
What’s one more day of suffering?
Death are you more alive than dead?
Perhaps molecules have feelings
Perhaps a chair waits patiently
Perhaps trees mourn each fallen leaf
Death, you claim the universe
When Death knocks disguised
May I have the strength
Pour tea instead of spirits
Offer snacks instead of a smoke
I see through all your masks
Death don’t covet me
I’ll play possum with you
You’ll be a cancer in my genes
I don’t know how to be among the living
I close my eyes and tune out
I pretend I am your groom
Betrothed since I was a sperm and egg
The moon and leaves line the aisles
The chapel of bones and nails wait
And I leave you at the altar
Copyright © Triny Xiang | Year Posted 2024
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