I watch the surgery you perform
On my skinny Maple tree,
The only one in a full canopy over
Oak Street that droops its branches far enough
To reach the Mercedes cruising toward town;
The only one that gulps and gorges but
Snaps its limbs for fear of overeating as
Juice slides up and down her roots
And cautiously sprays from her throat;
The only one who ages an inch
Under the weight of two flirting squirrels,
Acrobats in that wealthy town's air,
And burps from their every landing punch.
The car’s driver, that debased dog,
Lets his fumes flare up into her lungs
Of innocence while the money slopped on
Clothes of five-year old children
Gives her the stomach of a first time sailor.
The anesthesia wears off and I look
Up to her arms traced in streetlight
As newborn leaves still float to my sidewalk
And I yell at you in your goofy blue socks—
You didn't make her better! But you watch
Me as I see her sigh out oxygen of shame
The only one in a full canopy over
Oak Street that droops its branches far enough
To reach the Mercedes cruising toward town;
The only one that gulps and gorges but
Snaps its limbs for fear of overeating as
Juice slides up and down her roots
And cautiously sprays from her throat;
The only one who ages an inch
Under the weight of two flirting squirrels,
Acrobats in that wealthy town's air,
And burps from their every landing punch.
The car’s driver, that debased dog,
Lets his fumes flare up into her lungs
Of innocence while the money slopped on
Clothes of five-year old children
Gives her the stomach of a first time sailor.
The anesthesia wears off and I look
Up to her arms traced in streetlight
As newborn leaves still float to my sidewalk
And I yell at you in your goofy blue socks—
You didn't make her better! But you watch
Me as I see her sigh out oxygen of shame
And then I learn no doctor’s tools release the
Tightened skin of a bulimic—
At least until she sees him face to face.
