By Janina Bagherzadeh
I can’t wait to get out
To break out of this world that chains me in freedom
–only by word
Let me feel the leaves on my toes
The ants crawling over my eyelids as I slumber on the
forest floor
Let the monkeys pick the bugs from me
the corruption of my advancement.
Let the rain douse me in its flesh
Purify me
Purify me
Purify me
Make me the seed you wish to grow in
barren lands
The graveyards of your trees.
Amazon, become me.
