#This

I lie with trees
And War Gods blight my veins.
There’s a tell in this
marbling;
A vein of truth.

I’ve tried,
but there are, honestly,
no
fucks—left to give
in the darkness of days.

I lie with trees
And Morpheus persists.
Eyes bright berries, but
the woodpecker has come
for insects beneath my flesh. (He inspects.)

I’ve tried,
but there is . . .
Only
This—

© Grace Black

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