our archaeology

you can be
whoever you want to be
I can be myself

for when our fear
is folded
under and over
and placed in its coffin

I sing with a bit of bread
tumbling off of my beard
sloppy eater
my lust for food
masks the anxiety
deep inside

and right here on the surface
working my heart to flutters
the terror is cleansed
in waters of mindfulness
flowing over and through

and that fear we hid
the coffin is opened
and the miracle,
horrible within,
is revealed --
rot-toothed
and benevolent