at the precious crotch of a dying elm
I watch with anime eyes, as spring is born, her body inside out morels, and grey skin rock mottled my nostrils horse huge, she smells of rain I hold her slimeness across my arms, to my chest, it takes wormy tenacity to be born more than once like this I want to be clean and new, too, a being of pure life-thick color I almost taste how good it would be fresh strawberry. promises I hid from myself in the ice cube tray my life, she takes it out of the freezer, in pea water and smelling of rotten bananas a flood of returns - memories from my grandmothers youth I’m not sure how I got them, but there I am as her, wiry and blonde clutching a chicken dyed red beside my twin whose chicken is green I also remember how to dance again and plants grow in the bellies of crows and geese and songbirds we’ll wake tomorrow to find the sprouting bodies littered over the streets I’ll sell their flowers out of my garage learn how to have dreams again but for now, here come the insects, it must be past midnight they sleep in my bed with us, these heaps of ladybugs and next morning the room is coated in a fine ruby dust fish-reach to the fixed radio the knobs too wet to switch, we must listen to country then I could get lost just breathing to rest as wind, I want to be human air I could get lost I look over she’s gone
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