The Body as a Garden



the first time you realized your were uprooted your fingers were soiled but not dirty & you had no problem with smelling of sage & misfortune for who can unrecognized hive & honey. no sting to you just wings wings & more wings. the first (you realized) somebody tried to cut you down cut you off cut you to shame your dark rings you knew this was anciently worse than any circles bark//rougher than plant sex (plantation daughter) one root still remains like canal, like cavernous, like cambium on a cloudy day.

Last updated September 27, 2022