like a tree
(we sit), in heat
all twisted and curved
back to ourselves,
in dirt,
without comfort:
with every twist
i say
i love you.
and
we grow backwards
like branches of a tree,
until
they are upside down,
all gnarled
and puckered burlesque bones
like ancient
japanese signs
that say
i
(still) love you, (bonsai)...
because i do.
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