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.

SARAH ESCUE

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