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I took ten knives

out my back

and put it in

their hands.

With a smile

I said,

“Nah, you right,

I understand.”

Now show me

how you gon

be...

Wait—no,

I walked away.

I found

true sight in

Green.

I never knew

that hearth

could be

so welcoming

to a sad thing.

But then it turned

and burned

and patched

my hurts

into wounds with

root bandages

from the earth.

At night, the stars aligned

to hug the moon,

whose figure boo

shake paved the way

to a pebble

by the lake,

who invites my aches.

With time, and

sleep, and ease

they barely wake

and never more do they quake,

for the roots fasten

on to support

my wake.