Lizzy Burnam 🐞

I can be a daffodil, 
but I can be a chainsaw too. 
I can be a maggot 
chewing through the bloated 
belly of a dead wolf, 
and I can be the dead wolf
becoming bones. 
I can be a cat with calico fur, 
tail held in the shape of a question mark. 
I can be a mouse in a hole,
or in a trap, or in a cage. 
I can be a single blade of grass 
collecting dew, 
and I can be a thundercloud too. 
I can be an outdated map 
or a road unpaved, 
the line from point A to point B 
cutting through a field of green. 
I can be a bridge and I can be a river. 
I can be the trout 
and the lily pads who live there. 
I can be the butcher, 
the baker, 
and the candlestick maker. 
I can be the dark side 
and the light side of the moon. 
I can be as empty 
as the little hollow of a belly button. 
As empty as a promise. 
As empty as an apology, too.