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Nathan Vargo Of Plants
Poems
May 2013
I turn my feces into food. It is a long process.
Sometimes I walk the ground
in just socks.
So all my socks are made of dirt.
I let brambles scratch
warrior plants attack
It won't detach me from my thirst
for community, unity, passion,
compassion swells.
The rain is welcome here.
It washes me
dripping
clean I am
blossoms realizing themselves.
My oils are pungent.
Sometimes my sisters give me a rash.
I kind of like it.
Sturdy hands
Green-blue thumbs
spur my growth
Bugs like to crawl into my mouth
when I am hungry.
The river takes my pain downstream.
It sheds glass
as I shed.
And you
gleaming from afar
Your silky grace
sips my spine
licks up my mind
and spins me into
timeless lifeforms
awaiting
the lightning.
Sometimes.
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