Screw You, Shel Silverstein
I learned how to love from a tree.
I gave one boy my fruit,
shared my leaves with another,
moved on to slow dismemberment
until finally I was chopped down.
*thunk*
*thunk*
*thunk*
The “timber!” echoes through my chest as I fall.
This, I think to myself
as another walks away,
is how it feels to be loved.
