Breathe Trees

I want to ask how it feels to be a forest at night,
wood in your lungs.

Tell me the ancient sap suckles at your chest,
that you pine for a spell
of two-glass wine.

It’s negative-three for my plus-one
in this suburb, the
white dress

masked in time, this intruder.
No more imperfections
came so suddenly.

 

(originally published in The Rain, Party, and Disaster Society – August 2015)

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