CROCUS
I wanted to stay in the earth:
There, I needed no skin—the dark
body was all around me.
I had no tongue. Above me, sleep,
a heaven of snow. Years,
years. Then the split,
the blue heart lifted almost
out—who was coming to save me?
How would I know myself, outside
self…
And then the sky. The you.
The first terrifying eye of a bird
coming down to me, a kiss
forced open. When I was buried
I did not need to forget. You
are what I need to forget
but not now—
not with everything in the air,
not with these lips
so designed to fail…
—from Beckian Fritz Goldberg’s Reliquary Fever: New and Selected Poems, New Issues Poetry and Prose (2010)
