WHEN I THINK OF MYSELF DEAD

by Payton Sparks

I can feel the rot in me
begin to devour my flesh,
polish my bones.

I fear my nerve endings
becoming roots,
the ground burying my heart,
our love suffocating in the coffin.

I imagine daffodils blooming
in my chest cavity,
rabbits making nest
in the outline of my pelvis,
life littering
my bleached body.


Payton Sparks writes poetry and prose that reflects the reasons for his conversion to Catholicism. Exploring themes of self-destruction and life after death, Sparks’s writing itemizes the spiritual insecurities of our contemporary culture.