We are friends
we are burdens
I’ll send her forget me nots
but at her touch they whither
she is wind
she is air
she whispers through my fingers
maybe shell visit
bearing gifts of complaints
no one cares for

but when called for
she sends tsunamis
she swaddled me with water
I initiated destruction
sweet salt
and red veins
my eyes are but an ocean
the wind has picked up
she blew out candles
despite her lapse of absence
she comes with wholesome concern
she is worth a wait
or more

I detest the sugar surprises
found only when swallowed
it tricked my tongue and burned me
whipped fire upon my buds
mislead them
but when swallowed
and the canyon of giant mounds
is scorched
a sweet tsunami arises
squints my eyes
lips aimed south
give me warmth
without the artificial sense
greens and blacks
no more fruits

A gate unlatched
enter and exit as you please
an ellipse
they repeat
each new
yet no different
but the end is known
it has not changed
I fight the jittery feelings
of new relationships
for familiarity

Let’s take on
deforestation
to get what lies in the
center of the forest.

Come on
mister
let’s see what’s in the forest
let’s play behind the trees
I’ll let you hold my hands

lets climb up in the willows
and kiss behind the curtain
lets walk farther
find a rabbit hole
undo the knots in my tree
my roots are twisted
from your hand in my hair

and soon well find a log cabin
oh I just know it
and the water will be warm
let’s turn my white dress ivory
lets go into the forest

It is pure torture
sitting in a room with hungry eyes
faces pulled tight
as they smell their food
I sit
with food grown on trees
and narrow my eyes
in despise
of pizza loving fools

I am still
in the cocoon of your
tall grass
and my fingernails stopped growing
after I chewed them off too many times
my dress keeps getting shorter
and sometimes the clouds peek at my *******

the wind has just picked up
I’m not sure if there’s a storm
because I am
face down

I heard lightning
but felt no thunder
the grass grew tall above me
taller than previous years
and though this might be a scary sight
I love those weedy willows