Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff



I am not just some runny material, nor

Some substance that will break down over time.

I was born a daughter.

A product of him and her. And,

Through this birth, the

Absence of love that never came to flower,

But instead,

Layed like a dead branch in a yard.

And still,

I grew and became like the Oleander.

This sapwood that runs through my veins,

These roots, these cambium spread far,

Like the legs of a birthing mother,

Remind me I’m not settling,

But, waiting for my most perfect pith.



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