ode to dust

I welcome you

into my mouth and nose.

swim in my glazed eyes.

peel my flaking flesh,

teach it to fly.

you respond to the cleanest intercourses—

breath, pores and orifices.

eddied by skin-heat in air,

you practice planets with angels,

practicing god with me.

as a white, unfinished shroud,

you’ve sat on my before.

even this sterile hospital

will not allow guests to the table,

yet I welcome you, too,

to reside on my former,

exposed and glistening, organs.