Tenant
An entire ocean
Lodged quiet
Cupped to you
A tenant polite
To be swayed before tea could be taken
Before each step had steeped its way
Up to the level of throat
Before the small trees inside you could unfold
Enough to bruise
Before your whales could learn
How to come to temper and sing.
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Small Mutiny
The final stage of the disease:
the man became a tree.
A hindu belief, the body as an expression of God.
Petrified, the appendage rots, but you cannot cut it off,
you are an entire forest.
Small mutiny,
your faith undoes you.