I don’t know what I’ve been told but lately I’ve been growing cold and hypothermia stunts my growth more than a riptide undertow A car t-boned is pulled away a steak left out slowly decays an apple seed’s thrown foreplay the crow picks it without delay flapping back home for winter the seed drops with her feet sinking through the ground where a sapling is found Years go by and the heat sprouts leaves soon enough it becomes the trees and everybody laughs and everybody laughs Now it’s the sullen man who shades his eyes sits amongst the fireflies and ignored by all life he hangs just to spite that goddamn crow who took his wife.
