Airborne

turned around

   facing

the other

way

      moving

in some

direction

       i

press on

    with

arrows pointing

       towards

me

run through

     the vines

that     once

    tripped me

fly  over

    my

grandmother’s

    grave

and

    mother’s

face

tumble

and tuck

become

one

with

rock

with

earth

cartwheel

down

ex lovers’

     spines

until

i no longer

see

    the
green

of

vines

 

 

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honey bee

in the midst
     of
buzz-buzz-
buzzin’
against your
    window

i see those
evergreen
   eyes
through
glass

oh   my

how the sun
     shines
through
your
blinds

my body’s
kissin’ sky
   now
and your
belly-button
is the
          sun

you pressed
me
into a   flower
 into
        your
favorite
            poem

re-read our
    story
as words
      try
to      describe
the
    beauty
of evergreen
    pines