can you tell me?
how the roots
and the leaves
listen
while i place my hand
on their trunks
and ask them
to whisper their wisdom
as if the bark could bark
orders at me
about how to save a marriage
how to serve
how to hide emotions
in a vaulted reserve
how the calluses on my memories
have lived in my brain in vain
can it snap back into place
as if snapping wouldn’t just break
a branch away
without a roof
the air is like transparency
voiceless and present
no facet of truth to unearth
your hands like wiggling worms
ambition like a slippery snail
hidden face of a temptress
let her, like water, wash away
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