2 poems

By anna guzman p.

Detroit Country Day School

unadorned

Like a knife cutting fruit
Your gaze pierces right through me
Takes away the metals in my ears,
the powder on my face,
the cloth on top my skin
Strips away my flesh and
carves out my sunken seeds
Unadorned, your gaze simplifies me
Simple and small, sweet or bitter
It no longer matters
I am nothing but me

Ground me to the earth

Let me plant my roots
For my seeds to fly away
So I may merge with freshened soils
Distant, yet DNA filled
For my soul may go astray
Let the bees feed on my pores
To reach my nectar
Disperse my pollen
Let the world devour me
Let it feed on my organic matter
Chew it up, and cycle it again
Let my petals turn to carbon
Into worlds who’ll consume me, forever again