Poem: Your Tree

by Aida Chaldranyan, December 21, 2007

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.