these are just little diary entries that do talk quite a bit about trees-



it took me five months of digging up through the earth.
when i hit the layer of rotten bark and leaves that
make up the heavenly mildewed carpet of the forest
floor i cried in joy. i had been down there for years.
i had even begun to lie to myself that the woods no
longer existed. hello to sun upon my cheeks. hello to
trees aching and shifting in union with a divine energy
we don't have theories about yet. hello blue sky.
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sometimes i feel very far away.
i push the heaviness of my body into a
fallen tree and feel myself within the
folds of my mother.



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i am cautious with love. i am not
cautious to fall in love. i ran among
these beech trees on saturday and i feared for the worst.
i will never know when i am happy.


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comfort is
being in
belonging.

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glass tumblers sit
comfortable on top
of oak coasters. i wrote you
a story and it is here
in the dirt. this twig was
part of my hand for ten minutes.
do you remember when i was
part of you, once?