yknow, for the first time in a while
i can be me
i can breathe
i don’t want to go near
magnolia or cedar
but maybe widow is a good spot for shade
here i’m not afraid
here my feelings aren’t delayed
and i don’t feel betrayed
the weeping willow threw me off
cedar doesn’t smell good anymore
magnolia isn’t who i am
but widow
there’s something different about the widow tree