A poem of mine on Atrium Poetry today.
I used to think if I ate an apple core, a tree would grow in my belly
A pip nestles in my stomach,
finds a fertile space to settle.
show signs of growth.
I send down much needed water.
It craves sunbeams
and other apple saplings –
at what point does it become a tree?
They say an apple tree can take 20 years to grow full size.
I have these lines
and blemishes on my face.
Lemon trees can develop needing
only a little light. An apple tree cannot mature without
sunlight. My body obliges. As I fall asleep, I feel the bark forming.
I can feel the branches
rustling around my lungs.
I coughed yesterday: a leaf appeared.
The roots irritate my knees; I woke this morning
and moved too quickly leaving a crick in my…
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