Christina Rice Poet I do not know?

I Dont Even Know What I Should Title This

Save the best for last
No
I’ll save the best for the rest
All the ones that want to know 
They want to know why?
That’s the inevitable question
And the topic of debate
The shut gate
Pops out of the silhouette in my mind
that’s where the graveyard
Where all the dead things go
All the lost hopes
And failed attempts to try
And as water pours from 
A hazy view
All I can see is the gate
Mocking me
Haunting me
Screaming at me to unlatch it 
And turn the key and just walk in
Walk in on the ground with bare feet
As the rocks and twigs
Sink into my skin
I’m planting roots 
I see a grave 
Yet its unmarked
It has no name 
And I rest my head 
To uncover the same

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