hair lake

alli simone defeo

a pebbled lodged into a bush
painted blue like the color of god
there's only so many times you can
throw your head into water
to be visible and greenish
in an evil pith
becoming much softer, something
brave and off center
against unnatural winds
sprout in the center of an apple, feed
the birds with your mouth the fruit
turn into dirt with your hands towards
the water of the sky

taking off sunglasses of pain taking
off the hat of giving others pain

throw me into the center of the earth,
we dont need it where we're going to
be more gentle to ourselves and each
other to become
pushing up to the sun