Gardening on Our Last Day on Earth

Bethany Jarmul
| poetry


Plowing our hardened souls, breaking apart boulders of heart tendons. Grasping handfuls of warm earth between our slender memories. Weeding thoughts sprung between the roots of radishes. Watering our hearty hopes and daffodils with slippery wishes. Writing messages to God, to our past selves, to our imagined futures—with stubborn sticks in the muddy remembered. Raking leftover laments into piles, leaping into them, laying underneath; allowing grief to pile upon us leafy layer upon leafy layer, until our toes, our noses, the tips of our tongues are buried beneath. Reaching toward one another until our pinky fingers embrace; waiting to feed our garden with our bodies, the nutrients of death.

Bethany Jarmul is a writer, editor, and poet. Her work has appeared in more than 50 literary magazines and has been nominated for Best of the Net and Best Spiritual Literature. She lives near Pittsburgh, PA.

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