I feel, thus I am.
Rationalizing is only scar tissue
hardening like a sarcophagus
written with excuses.
I perceive without apology
my ownership of the basswood leaves--
their crunch, chlorophyll sliding
down my throat. The maple leaves of the northeast
jelling when chewed, speaking of the sun's
Began the morning with the thrill
of 2 tsp of apple cider vinegar mixed
into a cup of cold Perrier water.
Emptying the pelvic drawer of reactions
that no longer defend me, or never did;
Away like bats in a musty attic
when daylight enters.
They've taken a dump long enough
into the half-light of my unfeeling.