Forest Gnome Scavenger

Against all will 
currant berries
are rotten come 
juillet.

and manou uprooted them anyways.

the orchard had
already shed
It's skin,

I am daughter again!       let me peel your fruit!
let Me digest what you can't give me the blackened end.
our cocoon was born from the sliver of this cushion (pain was a personal matter in 2005)
how many times have we grazed on this lint?
I was born with maman, buried in being,
I sat in your veins 'till November 

I know you by heart.
spoiled DNA never skips a generation-
I hang my body up your flag pole
I know where home is when skin pulls wind.
maman is an 8 year old girl 
and I am every age I will ever be.
We live in a house made of each other's flesh, shit build but it keeps the critters out.

I am watching maman grow up, I am watching her lean towards the sky, hand caught in the apple tree.
I will sit this once,
I will let her wander in my home.