Don’t Follow Me by Dianna Dragonetti
Clay woman introduces the book. Aging with every tear the sadness makes her old. Happiness is the reverse. Good thing she has a comfortable pile of bones to rest upon. The bones smolder for the ages. Bones try to bring her into the death style yet she continues to breathe. All she wants is to live. Yet everything around her is death. Later she removes the flesh to become a bird. Light as a feather she takes flight. Humans generally fail to transform into weightless birds. While generally it is not recommended to tear off all of one’s flesh in this case it seems to have worked out perfectly fine.
Dianna stares at the hands of her Grandmother. The passage from life to death is a sad one. With people around for the final moments it becomes better. Company can create a sense of warm. Body heat is certainly one. Knowledge that people surround is worth it. Veins gradually turn blue with this passage away from life into something entirely different. Every vein creates a pattern, a new pathway. Speaking isn’t necessary. The right words though can break through and leave a favorable impression. Interest can break through the last whispers and reveal a deep-seeded sense of care.
Her ‘Darling’ appears to have some sad floral fragrances. Subway seats are imbued with the smell. That’s still a better smell than most subway seat smells, which reek of the alcoholic’s lonely sadness. Focusing on the showerhead Dianna really rips into the showerhead. Blaming a showerhead is not the answer. Every night showerheads do things they weren’t meant to do, like create steam to hide people away forever. Chipped teeth come from this showerhead steam from slips and falls. Unfortunately the inanimate object can never replace an intimate person.
Goths fare poorly in the sun. Originating in Northern Europe, Goths eventually destroyed the Roman Empire. Despite their conquering of the Roman Empire the Goths continued to hate the sun. Many centuries’ later people have adopted the Gothic ways. A small kid withers in the hot sun. Sand is all around. Skin blisters. Suburbs are scary. Suburbs are the new Roman Empire just waiting for someone to destroy it, to let the farmland back.
Paths in forests are typically the paths more taken. Robert Frost advised to take the path less taken but he referred to paved or dirt roads. If a path is made in the woods there is a legitimate reason for it to be there. Unlike regular paths, with pavement or concrete, the forest path provides an actual benefit. The worn quality suggests not something neglected but something with heavy use. Dianna did not follow it. She wondered but did not wander.
‘Don’t Follow Me’ is a cycle. Every poem feeds into the last. Based off of emotional impulses than linear plot it slowly builds to the very end. Dianna has structured this book well and the organization becomes apparent only with the last few lines.