widowed by men, i married dark willows
climbing up their flaking bark
we promised to be together
until death
until flood
until disease and quaked earth
their leaves stroked my wispy hair
and my dry, mud-caked skin
i told them most of my secrets
the nuts, bolts, inner workings
and serrated wheels of my mind
they built for me
the most sought after canopy bed
sturdy, yet expansive and free
together we lay under it
sharing the sunlit sheets
slowly drifting
into dreams
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