How you showed up,
like an itch i couldn't scratch
*and then it turns into like a
phantom-cancer, you know,
one that comes and goes raw
and terminal but kicks me back
down to living after a bit of
debauchery?*
And i met you in that garden,
climbing up the cherry tree
when the kite got twisted all
in the branches while the air
bloomed thick and sweet
Novelties of risk in early summer-
time meetings
Even though we'd really first met
in mid-October the pair we were
then sat cross-legged up on the
highest of the boughs, as though
in soliloquies to one another
while breathing in the petals of
creamy whites and pinks...
people watched and wondered,
treating me and me treating you
like that tangle of thread,
you can see but you can't quite
break...Neither one will give
And i began to get antsy, like i
really wanted to get down yet
couldn't
Because i'd stupidly brought
everything up there not expecting
to see you
all there was to do was talk or
try to get that kite worked out
and i realized either thing i did
you'd just be sitting,
laughing, knowing...
that any bit of effort you'd extend
would be needed
Worshipped
Essential
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Submission Name: In the Orchard
