First, the roots tickled his lungs.
Then the branches cracked his ribs.
By spring, birds nested in his collarbones,
foxes curled up in the hollows of his hips.
By summer, he forgot how to speak,
but the wind understood him.
First, the roots tickled his lungs.
Then the branches cracked his ribs.
By spring, birds nested in his collarbones,
foxes curled up in the hollows of his hips.
By summer, he forgot how to speak,
but the wind understood him.