riverbed
place me on the riverbed when the water is low and incise me, cut me open and fill my stomach up with smooth stones, so i may be full in a way i was never before.
weigh my restless arms down with rope, heavy and frayed, so i may feel peace in a way i never could.
light my hair on fire, make me passionate in a way i never was.
place in my mouth, the bloom of a fruit tree. make me beautiful.
slice my chest flat, sew my eyes closed. make me content.
and when the water rises, when the flow resumes,
let me be consumed. silky green growing out from and covering my face, arms, body. i would be completely hidden. i would be at rest.