like something stinks
a half-sneer
to ward off many a fair-weather friend
or suitor I suppose
who may mistake me
for someone who
smells something pleasant but let me tell you
whatever it is
it’s
how I was born
“What’s wrong with you”
“Oh you look so unhappy”
I was born with a look on my face
like something stinks
Now you mention it standing here so close
It does I swear Whatever it is
It does
I am a tree grown on your shore
even if I were cut and burned
my sticks and flints and roots and flecks
inside your mud and rock
churn
So dig this big crux
not even the sand
not even the sand
can part us
not even the wind
not even the wind
can part us
not even the waves
not even the waves
can part us
not even the shore
nor the sea
can part us