Vignette 16.
“Love Life,” that’s what Costah says.
Look, my arms are
contemplation blue
my legs long stems
a yellow orange
Why is it easier to avert
my eyes
and float
above
than root myself
among the purple leaves
below?
Like some tree deity
I emerge from the earth
and return to it.
But I cannot return.
My arms, you see,
are tendrils
that do not reach
my pink shoes.
In and out of my legs
my arms weave
hug me tight.
Costah says
I’m too wrapped up in myself.
You noticed?
How will you
emerge from me?
