Possible saplings surround the parent tree. Am I parent or are you? Foreign curses swoop over my head, unsheathed, grinning. I don’t know what you’re saying but I know it is horrible. Read in closet, shelter with stories. Simplify. Breathe. Peace. Grow—armor like leafy wings. Tree, bird, sword—all these are yours, all these are you. Open—out—ah, tell me she isn’t wearing house slippers.