I compost.
Deep
pleasure in trash
In
eggshells and vegetable remains
Turning
into black gold.
Rich soil from our waste
Feeding my
garden
And my
soul.
I revise.
Deep
pleasure in refuse words
In messy
lines and phrases
Turning
into golden lines.
Rich language from the wreckage
Nourishing
my audience
And my
soul.
I relish decomposition
The process
of breaking down
The process
of fermentation
The process
of turning garbage into glory.
