another night these
same arms 

were blending,
black-cherry-

flavored arms
to know:

now every
giant body

a phase in,
my old growth

back home: 
what giant tree

can tell me,
don't lie

and say 
you hear

the rest of us
mending, ripened

& wrought:
no possible 
nature

can make us
so clear:

don't find me
in a forest