what is is

 

the green of the broken woods should comfort me

let me enjoy the banana asp-ness of the sharp leaves

except it leaves me with these cuts

I want so much to say your name

get it out in a lung pool but it doesnít

 

I feel the wide stalks of the growing here

malign me, wish me what has come,

the carved beak birds hock and cast back their nasty heads

they didnít know you

didnít know the world had been soft edged

and now has been left