the bone

I feel like running

into a tree

slap the bark with a pat on the ass

go get ’em

in a pink icing petticoat swallowing my legs

feet, skin

skin I keep peeling off my fingers

my edges fraying

I keep getting cold, my eye only stopped pulsing today

I’m trying to whittle down my use of I

to sit under something

the pot lid of tree branches

stew with pine needles falling down

stew until there’s bone

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