H E R M E N E U T I C C H A O S J O U R N A L
The closest thing to dying is
slicing a plant’s
stem. You say X-Acto knife
We hold one half of bud at crook
of elbows and mash it.
Our arms grow tired. They hang deflated
We floss our teeth with
root hairs. Curl stems around our necks
and tie double knots.
You want to die
like a mouth when it has nothing to chew.
The bees rest in your hair tightly
winding your recall. Pick them out!
I can’t I’ve lost primacy.
Photosynthesis works twice every year.
One. It is when you put your throat
on my chest. Two. It is when you look
both left and right before crossing
I will die near you but not in love.
Charlie Lynn is currently a student at Western Washington University, working on her BA in Creative Writing. She runs a publication called Gap Tooth, and has been published in Pathos and The Finger. Her work is forthcoming in the newest edition of Skydeer Helpking.
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