Dump my decrepit body in the desert

or the ocean

let my bones turn to sand

let them grow barnacles

I won’t care

because I’ll be done

done with wanting anything from the earth,

the sun

the sun that fed, frightened and bathed me

the earth that held, kicked and swallowed me

I’m happy here but

when I give myself up

to you my earth,

take me to your desert

your ocean—

your sun