like a tree i grow

away from the ground

i dont want to look at you

in pictures


like a tree i give my memories

of soil away

for the sun

the bombshelter full of blunt smoke

on poetry wednesdays

like a tree i breathe in carbon

and exhale oxygen

i keep trying to rationalize

our goodbyes

like a tree i forget my roots are deep

within the earth

the day you first shot

your shy smile down into me

at the shopping mall

when i was 15

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