Oregon


i have space eyes
and a talent for leaving
not unlike a flower whose mouth peels open
to reveal a seed

i will end the Hunt:
it took years, and is still taking
roots through skin, vessels
unseen. context on paper,
red through my veins. infinite punctuality
swallowed by Stop.
a period is overcome me and
a comma cannot
my feet are indelible, grown from
the earth, i blossom slowly
then i rot

--deciduous