an archaeologist in love
(I wish I was bottomless
so everything crashing into me would feel weightless.
I turn love into bitterness
that is my superpower
I’ve found treasures tucked away
eroded through years of layers upon layers
and when a piece shines through (or I feel it
in my bones)
I pick and prod
set it free
become its friend.
Perhaps some treasures are too powerful to be unearthed
some are so bright and blinding
they drive their burier mad
others do not want to befriend their treasure
they find it ugly, even
call it junk.
“Throw it away,
pretend you didn’t see that”
They curse their treasure
it curses them back
and so begins the dance for dominance.
Of course, when you put it that way
it’s my fault isn’t it?
I was the one who set it free
and I’m sorry
for naming that which wasn’t mine.
I never imagined you’d hate anything which came
from the depths that you so loudly flaunted
in your poetry and prose.
Perhaps some treasures are too heavy
and unearthing them seems nonsensical
but I am an archaeologist in love
I cannot help but dig and dig and dig
until all that was buried
is brought forth to the light
which it came from.