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martha May 2019
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

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