• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 05

Twig

I grew it from an acorn
that I smuggled home from the forest
pushed into a corner of my pocket

You caught me planting
said a tree could never thrive
with my scant care

But I watched it emerge
grow straight and fast
you said you may have to eat your words

Words blossomed from the branches
tumbled to the ground
and drifted down our street

They stuck to people's shoes
went everywhere
you said it was dangerous

felled the tree for my own good
chopped it into bitesize portions
and ate my words

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