So Alone Poem by Patti Masterman

I'm so alone, got tulips growing out of my elbows;
I'm so rooted, got elephant grass sprouted between my toes-
I've got to make friends, with this feeling of separation.

Got to get out of this rut, start running in any direction;
If you're smart, you'll come too-
Don't ever be found where they expect you to be.

Don't bother naming the daisies that grow on my grave;
They won't be around any longer than I was-
Why rename a clod of earth, as if that makes it a man?