She

She looks for me

When I remain quiet for too long

Her canoe slithers down the long flooded hallways

Where the curtains sway from the windows

Overlooking the pyramids

Fatefully moving in slow motion

She peers into the chimney

To see if I'm there 

But she won't find me

Til she opens the last broom closet in the most forgotten corner on the 17th floor

And from there she'll take me away on her helicopter 

To arrive at an abandoned amusement park

Where she turns on all the rides to revive my circulatory system

Should I fail to pulsate.

And when the time comes

For the pallbearers to tuck me in

Where they bury the moon

She'll tell me I'm okay

And give me my prescription and send me away

Even though we both know that she will have to dig me up again before the century rolls in

She knows I'm stuck in my head 

When I'm alone

That I'll forget the world and everything that exists 

Including her

She understands that I reside in the dark

Because I'm too far inside to reach the window blinds to dismantle them

And see her out there

Picking up shells off the shore of the river Styx 

To adorn my handmade tomb

And because of that

I will always owe her and she will forever eat of my harvest

When my crops begin to come in.

-Tirzah Marie Juarez