she asks of him
to bury her fingers
in the library
  a place where
she loved to be
  asks of him to take
her tongue out to sea
for the salt in the air lifted her spirits
  she asked of him once
       if she passed
to bury her mouth in the
woods for she loved
the taste
 asked him to throw her soul
in the garden where
the brown sunflowers grow
  before she left this
world all she wanted of
       him was to bury her heart
in the mortuary
away from the graphite minds
  whom consumed her
whole in the real world