Needles cramp my hand, writing your sap out of my blood.
Me, born in screaming winter depths; you, planted come spring.
Roots garroting themselves in a too-small plot of soil,
Until trunk wounds seep amber with cankerous infection.
Arbor(su)icide or accident of circumstance?
Frenetic meat-monkey, my escape proved too easy.
Love, did you choke on my pain until I could fly free?
2 thoughts on “Tree Twin Lament”
Now, THAT’S poetry! I’m sorry your tree didn’t make it.
Thank you, on both counts. I’m going to dinner with my folks tonight. It’s going to be strange not to have it there to greet me.
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