there is no room left
between my belly knot and sacrum’s saw
thick leafy trees have grown from bone marrow
their shadows blend on walls
enclosed between yesterday and tomorrow

I have started to walk stumbling
like an infant step after step
crushing carpet flowers into dewdrops
the forest inside me dins in reproach

nights are a sweet glue
pouring from an old cherry bark
trapping restless ants
days evaporate like naphthalene
white butterflies are also guilty
they chose to die too soon

I just have to be patient
a thread cut with front teeth
hardly passes through a needle

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