My Man Digs

My man digs pits

Wakes up every morning, somber onyx eyes

pulls out his shovel, goes out back

begins to shovel the earth

he was doing this before i met him

and i didn't know before, but when he told me

I had to ask

"what are you looking for?"

He says he isn't sure

And he through up his hands

his eyes wet with precipitation 

or maybe it was the dying humidity 

but he screams about his agony

My man hollows out the dirt

4 feet

5 feet

6 feet

soon you cant even see his face through the muck

Baby, I call him

But he doesn't pick up

and i found that its easy

if i were gone the process would still continue to repeat

my man buries himself in the dirt

and they call him a dead beat

but my man is sweet

and my man is easy

and even though he'll take us both to his grave

i think it'll be okay

i just gotta be optimistic bout this