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alteration

don’t look at my fingers
: bluish purple twitching
: i grow leaves from the bulbs
: of my fingers sometimes
: in the middle of a conversation
: the terrible itching
: comes the cracking
: of skin the bitter
: sap oozing through the crack
:
: no wonder i’m losing my friends

: those who stick around think I’m weird
: though everything in the background blooms
: they want to plant me in a pot
: but haven’t found one large enough
: for my constantly branching         body
:
: they should hurry                          i’m simmering
: with sap
:
: what a picture                                  we make
: my fragrant                       tendrils
: sweeping                across
: their faces                  embracing
: their            dead
:
: limbs