i’m bad with death
because it doesn’t scare me.
the source is my deepest love.
naked understanding with the scent of home.
when i meet them finally, fully
i’ll weep for joy.
but humans don’t want that.
when faced with death,
we want comfort that isn’t too comfortable.
we want it’ll-be-okay’s that come with tears.
i’m good with death
so i’m bad with people.
because death doesn’t scare me,
i scare them.