And some mornings
I just want to
Blend into the leaves

All theses sores
My natural bark

A tree trunk has no need of lotion
No fame to trade
For living longer
No Dirty/ Clean sign
For the dishwasher

A tree does not fear being swindled
Feel guilt for taking up too much space
Worry about leaving too much behind

Tiny soap nuggets stuck in the drain
Dust pan at the bottom of the stairs
Doing math while playing music

Trees don’t make us feel anything
They bring us pencils
And wooden shoes
Hammer handles and
Beautiful singing birds

But trees don’t make us feel anything

The morning air feels like ocean air
It cleans with dirt instead of salt
Red plastic cups on the grass
The cottonwood leaves flicker

I yank the dog’s leash
She’s licking a piece of shit

Tuesday 7:30am
The SUVs roll down the street
Military moms go to heaven

Notebook dancing
What we see in pets
I am under dirt
Under water

If it moves it can change
Lifting the cloud