March 13 (retroactive)

a tree growing inside me. my insides wooden. but wet stiff alive growing. the cedar trees on the trail breathed fresh clean air. holding people scents and releasing them spontaneously. taking people’s scents as they go by.

my ears are infected scabbed bleeding from all I have heard
but I can’t stop listening
the words I have heard coming out in the trees

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