the trees were my first love.
you are my second, maybe.
i don’t love you any less, baby,
just because i love them first
and maybe more or deeper.
then again, i miss you more—
but how could i miss the trees,
even as they fill my lungs?
and are nourished by my wastes?
until i turn blue and later black
and later seed, root, and flower
the trees will love me more.
Sep 12, 2023
Sep 12, 2023 at 11:41 PM UTC
the trees were my first love.
you are my second, maybe.
i don’t love you any less, baby,
just because i love them first
and maybe more or deeper.
then again, i miss you more—
but how could i miss the trees,
even as they fill my lungs?
and are nourished by my wastes?
until i turn blue and later black
and later seed, root, and flower
the trees will love me more.
