Loving
My skin pulls
away from my bones.
I would crack my own sternum
if I could.
The desire to shatter oneself—
to know
something
greater than form.
All I ask
is you don’t sweep me up
and toss me in the bin.
Rather,
throw me like bread crumbs
to the crows, or
blow me away
like seeds of a dandelion.
Robin Chadwell is a farmer, caregiver, and poet in the Berkshire hills of Massachusetts. Her work has been published by the Hudson Valley Writers Guild and she is the founder of the Berkshire Creative Writers Circle.