May 28, 2023


We didn’t say what we knew—
didn’t tell them that they didn’t
own their choices, that they were
as dead in their skins as the rest of us,
their surfaces too like
autumn’s Amanita Muscaria—
so pretty so tempting so necessary—
that sitting right down on the moss
circling, chartreuse, among the spruces
seemed just right. Yes, we wished
to be there, where zero burst from
beneath green to golden enticement.
Rain only made us want it more.

Why would we mention this
to the children, those boys and girls
who opened their mouths at us?

No. We only said to them
Good morning. Don’t go into the forest.
Stay out of the darkness. Love light.