in praise of alienation

impregnating a tree

being impregnated by a tree

when we kiss, where do I put my mouth

where is yours, not to mention where I put all mine and where all your erotic zones be

but I’m assuming eroticism upon you, tree

what can you possibly assume about me, which then feels like a meta-assumption:

if we could just produce one child, between the two of us, if we could just make one child, then we could bridge the gap.

funny how bastards make the best bridges