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I never liked the tree my dad planted in the back yard. It replaced the tree I used to love, the one he
cut down
a couple years after we moved in...the one we had our pit/rot mix chained to. He was a mean dog, but I missed him when he ran away.

This new tree has no trunk...it's just
branches sticking out of the ground...but it provides afternoon shade, and I smoke my afternoon ciggarettes underneath it.

The flies here are ridiculous.

It's as if something unseen is decomposing, and they get stuck in my curls and all I can hear is their never ceasing buzzing. If they are trying to tell me their secrets, I am sad that I don't understand them, but grateful that they drown out the noise of the cars passing by.

I'm tired of traffic. Tired of this trunk-less tree. Tired of me.

I wish I didn't need it's shade, but I'm already too dark for my own good...

and

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I'll either remain and be stretched too thin,
or depending on the time
disappear all together.