Poem by Avery Parrott
stop covering your ears
stop covering your ears
why do you insist that i’m innocent?
what are others guilty of that i am not?
i saw the way your face changed
when i told you about that wet dream i had
shame grows on me in branches
covered in fungus
amongst the moss and bees
and ferns and oaks, flowing free
i am the most beautiful tree in the cemetery
may all your tears dry
and may all my tears
be patched and stitched together again
these seams were stronger before i knew you
i keep biting the inside of my cheeks
and getting home way too late
this isn’t sustainable
when you call so deep into the night
i can hear your smile
do you hear mine too?
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