BIRCH
Bone-spur, stirrup of veins—white colt a tree, sapling bone again, worn to a splinter, a steeple, the birch aground
in its ravine of leaves. Abide with me, arrive at its skinned branches, its arms pulled from the sapling, your wrist taut,
each ganglion a gash in the tree’s rent trunk, a child’s hackwork, love [...]


