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An Expanse of Open or Cleared Ground


We all seem to move with feet of some kind-


or in keeping still-move.


Or in keeping stagnant, feel the urge for urgency between


our teeth.  The tree out back has a deep hole halfway

between its branches and its trunk, full of things that


shimmer.


and here are all these plants around and i forget

if I’m the one planting them


or if I’m the one biting at their stems.


Planting among cellular tufts.

Planting nettles among stinging nettles.


and here are all these plants around and i

forget their classifications/and watering times and


(Honey honey honey) we are gonna miss the thick


of things if we stay lookin’ at our palms for


too much longer.




Lauren Nicole Nixon