tree poem

lean into me i am
scabbed over so my strong neck
can support you

or you can go, remember me in
a few years and come on by;
i will have risen perhaps
a few inches

sap sucker i just wish to own your
face where i split

and i wish more folks
would pay attention to my
careful documentation of the years;
see i'm unable to practice sufficient divination
for being caught in
the suck

i'm the girl who was an auger.
and where did august go
here in my almost
twenty-seventh year