The grave has begun to sink
from the weight of the air above it. and the rain
I suppose.
and my body lying on top of him
I know for sure.
I stay for hours
soaking up the warmth.
He holds me
stillĀ
I cook from the minute I get up, until the minute I sleep. roasting, braising, baking, stirring, chopping, and shopping so that I can start again.