Tree
A Poem
i think i am a tree i mean to say that there are rings that prove the lives i’ve lived and at the sticky sap-centered liquid memory my heart and the fruit of my branches plucked bare by hungry greedy reaching hands hands that chop me down make homes of me feed me through the chipper write love letters on me i think i am a tree the very oxygen you breathe and yes i can sustain the earth with my weather-worn sun-dappled limbs while being devoured without consent




Reading to the second (and third) time, and wow it just keeps getting better! Brilliant reverse anthropomorphizing
Damn. This one hits hard. Beautifully written while its topic made me stop dead in my tracks.