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Peach Splitting Possibility
Who knew trees commune
in the cargo of their roots?
He says I make mountains out of molehills
I’m too sensitive & I repeat myself.
The boneless tongue is a heartbreaker
it sharpens the blade by stinging.
I no longer argue. My heart is
a peach splitting possibility.
You’re right I say & breathe in fractured air.
I send him white light.
I dream of life without him a new lover
tracing my scars. Every day I fail at something.
My intentions too small a silkworm
unsettled a stone dragging moss.
I’m whittled down to half human
the other half carrying me home.
My heart is still a fistful of prickles & sun.
It flowers in vinegar.
If I repeat myself it’s because
I think I’m repeating myself better.
Who knew my heart uprooted tree
would throb in its nest unheard?