Stump by Jaeyun Yooharbourcentre5Mar 17, 20221 min readStumpbranches with inflamed applessag over the backyard fenceI leave a metal pail beside your shoesone week later stilla folded ladder buried in red rotI sift through the tree for answers aphids, fire ants, no fruitI bite midway into a kissyour slug of tonguethe parting scarcely savedby a thin spit trail this for three more yearsuntil a bear discovers our unkempt gardenmauls our flea-bitten dogthe city forces us to chop down the treewe pass the hatchet back and forth - previously published in Grain (47.3, Spring 2020)
Stumpbranches with inflamed applessag over the backyard fenceI leave a metal pail beside your shoesone week later stilla folded ladder buried in red rotI sift through the tree for answers aphids, fire ants, no fruitI bite midway into a kissyour slug of tonguethe parting scarcely savedby a thin spit trail this for three more yearsuntil a bear discovers our unkempt gardenmauls our flea-bitten dogthe city forces us to chop down the treewe pass the hatchet back and forth - previously published in Grain (47.3, Spring 2020)
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