i fell from the stratosphere
leafy and light
and i thought of my brothers
deeply rooted in
the soil that provided me
such sold structure

they would never
my sisters, brothers and cousins
they would have never have guessed
allen would have
enamored her
right below
staring towards me
bright eyes and hoping
hoping

she doesnt know i wont fix it
she doesnt know
ill soon be the makings
of a steaming compost pile

i cant blame her
as i floated down
i saw all of the worlds beauty

i became attached to several things
things that would never wrap
anything around me

paper bag

i fooled her
but not by my own design
i am perfectly innocent
who else could i have been

perfectly manicured nails
snatched at me
and
crumpled up beneath
all ten of them
i was cast off

of the earth
i became
and am still becoming
and will be becoming
matter
for her
love
gia
earth

inside her i no longer need
to remember my flight
my descent
i am as much dirt
as i am american
honest
zoroastrian

my decomposition now
means as much as my flight
as much as my identity
as much as my life as a plant
as much as
well
everything
nothing