She hiked Split hooves Split lip Sun then moon then sun again
Crinkle eared Smash faced cat Had whimpered Scampered away Leaving a trail of fleas like bread crumbs
She thought:Beauty has been drained of this place (If only she had brought a coffin, proper) But in the end she let the dust dry (Just as good)
When the wind hit her mouth It was like chewing on chalk Her lips swollen blaze of mid-day
Limbs burning from exhaustion Her body ached for shade Dust creased in crow’s feet
That’s when she saw him
He was in a lush tree His cone shaped head Pointed upward
He was growing Toward the sun
How could eyes that big Challenge the sun?
Deep green leafy canopy Dew Had collected on his peach fuzz head
His wet mouth open quivering On the verge of speech But all’s contained within
For once, no words needed
Sighs left her chest, flooded out A letting (She’d been holding her breath for miles)
Getting a grip on the bark She climbed She reached her Agent Orange baby Saturated flora cradle his eyes
Met hers
Agent Orange baby in her warm arms He fit They walked through a million Dreams touched by cool water
Heart: thankful
About the Author
Emily Jean Habermehl is a licensed master social worker living in Austin, Texas. She started writing poetry in the 7th grade and uses her writing to explore issues of feminism, womanhood, death, sex, rebirth, illness, disability, and empowerment. She currently works as a counselor for a large non-profit agency. Visit her blog at: http://friscoshoes.blogspot.com. ...
My curse is my gift. My nightmares, deep sensitivity, and emotional instability gives the best (and most uncomfortable) inspirations I could ever have. For me, art is passion - and visions are the mirror, which show my feelings and connect me with the rest of the world. Read More...
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