Bad Tree

Bad Tree

The thing you make today
is not beautiful again

but you were forgiven
yesterday.

In these woods, no one
walks and looks,

stares at one plant, thinking,
Wow, what a

shitty fern, what a bad
tree. I see so much

for you, if you want it,
I see travel,

and love, and the disobedience
of your body.

See that one crooked fern over there,
that one’s my favorite,

one day I’ll look for it and it won’t
be there.