you’re taller now                                  sequoia

but i’m taller


how else can i write

the mountain or the river                    silvering in snow—

how else can i dis assemble                 language


enough to crawl inside silos                 filled with wheat


i don’t need your permission

i will bury myself

beneath layers of grain                         dust
no one   not even you                          will find me









*originally titled “Midsummer” and published in Hermeneutic Chaos Journal in September 2016.