Aloe vera leaves cut open and oozing cool slimy gel, eyes cut from stone that see all and store for later uses, greenhouses with dirty windows filled with foliage and smelling of earth’s bounty, rippling currents through murky pool water, squared off nails drawing blood from gripping the sides of your neck, thick brushstrokes layered haphazardly on the canvas, bamboo shoots rising above your head and swaying in the breeze, seeing you with her and still wanting to kiss you in rage, a faerie’s drink of pond water dotted with daisies, tunnels of greenery leading toward you always you, sleeping beneath the pine trees whispering “everything is going to be okay”, silky sheets rumpled and cooling in the midnight air, children climbing in the tree tops above.
Alette Anastasia 