Brambles I’m sorry that I shied away from you that night Inside me I was constantly unsticking my shirt from the thorns in the brambles in my yard only to get my sock stuck next then my jeans I had to tend to the matter at hand you know how it is And I’m sorry that I was too busy tending the garden to listen to you talk about real life and the seriousness of it all because I didn’t want you to scare my plants I heard they grow better to sweet nothings like I do But I promise you that when I heard you talk about graying hair and maybe a cat or two and the couch that we can take that your dad no longer needs my cheeks turned a shade bright enough to put my cherry willow to shame I rocked up on my tippy toes hands interlocked like a child smiling to myself when you told me you imagined our future like this sitting together drinking morning coffee pressing pause on everything else to just be and I was flustered by the realness of it all so I pretended I was reaching for a plum just ripe enough Note: This artist is not interested in receiving critical feedback on her work.
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