"Memo" for Oranje Band

When I awoke it was night: obsidian sky
toothpick-punched to let in all the bright

Crumbs of soil scattered
and soon I was unearthed and still
unhappy
where pearls of dew on dainty blades
had beckoned me to stay so that I just might
thaw
right down to the bone
and the broth of it all
-but this taste that's inevitable
full of marrow and alcohol-

the earth swallows me whole,
I proved too vapid a stew to chew on

Dear addressee: