my grandfather knows trees
like I know the bark of his calloused hands
their leaves, their roots, their flowers
An ode, an homage to these storied Ethiopian highlands, a chess board of the gods as Homer once said, where goats and shepherds have become their c
I plead and prod
For the answers to your hurt.
I wait, which is to say I wilt.
Yes, I took a pole dancing class. Anyone who knows me is likely unsurprised since I’ve been wanting to take one for quite some time.
I knock, gently, on the door, but there is no answer. Perhaps I am at the wrong address.
When replanting our roots after they have been ruptured, it is crucial we find soil forgiving enough to support our growth, healing, and rebirth.
