I want a place to sleep, like
a tree, like
a forest, I need a carpet of pine
needles soft enough to lay down but still,
pinch just enough-
remind me of everything I'm leaving
behind the trunks of trees, only
I will stay- I think you
remind me of something strong enough, something strong
I left behind long like the pinch of
needles could not extract these memories from me* *(even though maybe
I want them to pinch like I relish the slow burn of all
the memories and) many people appear to be trees, I remember
sometimes (that these memories are
mirages like you- are you just) that
something is calling with the voice of
a safe place to sleep, but then (and again
remember how) every safe place I have
crumbles with the words hanging (in)
the air full of
"you're full of ****."

[He was a tree, too, I think he
(sometimes seed of California Redwoods) was
deceptive- I couldn't
spot the Whomping Willow amongst
all the pines around him (we)/(a)re so beautiful]