"The chimney sweep was quite delicate as he giggled up through the soot." -Charles Bukowski, from The People Look Like Flowers At Last

Elements

You’ll walk into the forest

and all the glowing trees

will surround you

as they start picking

you apart with their

giant limbs and clumsy

leafy fingers you’ll feel

like a flower and

you’ll remember the first time

you ever came to this forest

back when the trees

were only trees and

hadn’t started glowing yet

back when you didn’t feel

like a flower you felt like

a child

back when the river wasn’t

still and stagnant and flies

buzzed around

you’ll think fondly

of those days as you lose

your parts of you

to the surrounding trees

and you’ll realize

that this death is a giant

game of loves me loves me not

and you’ll hope to end

on loves me