I want to be your 21st birthday
I want to be the smokey candles
that you blow out on the same day every year
we’re a good college try in the way
you quote me these adolescent words
we used to make sense of our own skin
I swear if I tore open your flesh you’de be full of fall leaves
I like to think of people as trees
we’ll grow together but we don’t belong to each other
we’re quick to catch fire
victorious red pillars
threatening
OH!
burn me down.
shake me out.
cut off my limbs.
make me into your new breakfast table or yard sale sign
don’t mind my tree sap blood
it was only an afterthought
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