I SHOULD BE IN THE GODDAMN WOODS
where all my life would be a bug's wing, and my breathing
is stipular ring around the posies
dried papaya snack cakes
wash laundry in baby rain orbs only
this is a birch, a lacy japanese maple, a cat trained to say "i lve tyu"
and not, "r u bitter uyet?

i should be in the snow graveyard of the living angiosperm goddamn woods saving buttons i'll never sew back on til I'm breathing holding a calyx to my head screaming "you'll be sorry" til im mixing cereal with samaras, bobbing for pomes and skinning my knuckles mining for blood.
i should be in the prescribed burn woods touching flames and eating worm juice, holy goddamn god