Lumber Paralysis

"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference." Elie Wiese









feigning oblivion

to sprawled
lifeless lumber,
fallen, felled

Our limbs loft
rigidly erect
proud, aloof,
upstanding

we gaze skyward,
haughtily avoid
awkward vista of
wretch stretched

uncouthly oozing
sap solution
over our exclusive
deep-pile carpet

If anyone
asks...

we heard

Nothing.

( If a tree fell
in the forest
and everyone
pretended
not to notice,
would it
make a sound?

Are bears
catholic?

Does
the pope
shit
in the
woods? )

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