Heather Christle
Acorn Duly Crushed
Dear stupid forest.
Dear totally brain-dead forest.
Dear beautiful ugly stupid forest
full of nightingales
why won't you shut up.
What do you want from me.
A train is too expensive.
A clerk will fall asleep.
Dear bitchy stupendous forest.
Trade seats with me.
Now it is your birthday.
Congrats!
Someone will probably slap you
about the face and ears.
Indulgent municipal forest.
Forest of scarves and of beards.
Dear rapid bloodless forest
you are talking all the time.
You are not pithy.
You are like 8,000 swans.
Dear nasty pregnant forest.
You are so hot!
You are environmentally significant.
Men love to hand themselves
from your standard old growth trees.
Don't look at me.
You are the one with
the ancient noble terror.
Bad forest. Forest wish
important gangs of leaves.
Dear naive forest,
what won't you be admitting!
Blunt international forest.
Forest of bees and of hair.
You should come back to my house.
We can bag drugs all night.
You can tell me
about your new windows.
How they are just now
beginning to sprout.
Heather Christle
from The Difficult Farm Octopus Books / www.octopusbooks.net
