i wrote letters of hate
and slipped them in between the pages
of the washing machine's manual
because no one reads those
and no one should

and i painted my pride
on the stones near a lake
and then i tossed them to the water
watched them skip before sink

i carved my anger into the skin of oranges
and then dropped them to the ground
and let them nourish the earth

i fed my fear to baby birds
because they are brave enough to fall
before they know how to fly

then i put my greed inside my piggy bank
and coins and all, i left it in my teacher's mailbox
he gets laid off next week.  

and i took everything i love,
anything good i could find within me
and i threw it from a roof top,
because thats the only way i know
wildflowers grow.

you told me once that you love the earth, the way it turns over like a gauge on itself, how everything fits and how each parts is used and reused. i hope you still like it the same after i submit myself to it. i hope you like me the same when i've let myself go.