(NB: WordPress does away with my stanza breaks. Stanza breaks are indicated thusly: //)
I wanted to tell you about the nurse tree
along the forest path, how she spit her
young from the hips of her stump to the sky,
how, even so, Martin and I loved her neighbour
best, bark ripping into hidden crevices, moss
mounting her sides. I wanted to tell you//
insertion, talking your hand, your wrist; I
swam dizzy all Sunday through kelp
and dulce, everything slurred around me,
my emotions absorbent as sponge.
You must understand I was touched
soft and far, lolling into what should//
surely have frightened me, but did not.
My mouth was sore and bruised. I smelled you
deep in my skin, a scorch: the honeyed
sting of a slap. That tree slamming the sky, you
appearing before me like linked scarves out of
someone’s sleeve–significant, utterly simple.
-Jane Eaton Hamilton