the earth swallows me whole
daily
with her morning multivitamins
trees take hold of both my arms
until I start to mimic branches
unintentional
my leaves scatter with every step
as far as my eyes can see
the blossoms in my brain
grew locks of coiling tendrils
until strings of twisting ivy,
tipped with their favourite poison,
played canopy in patterns pitched above it.
I write myself reminders to water all the crops
I tried so hard to sew all those years ago
sometimes the watering can trickles
when it can't find the will to pour
but it's okay
the soil never fails to soak up
all the sugar it can take
on the good days