Poem: Your Tree | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine

The tree you watered and loved into growing—it grew in your face.
Took hold—
make yourself at home! Smile!
It laughed at me—it cackled, it did.
I hacked away at its roots, plucked, tore, dug into its roots with my nails.
Your face came away.
I prefer you like this.


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