i want to go lay down
in the pasture field
and let the dew fall on me.
i’ll escape the reach
of the prying porch light
and flatten that pretty patch of clover
the cows haven’t found yet
with the weight of my soft body.
i want to feel the sun slink away

and the condensation come on,
nighttime air beading up on my skin
like chill bumps, like something sashayed
right over my grave.
i want to swim in the stars.
i want someone to reel me in

before i drown in the moonlight.
hold me tight and keep me here
down on the ground.