un/breakable​

 

Whitman called them

leaves,

didn’t he, and

I always found that curious.

 

We call them blades, you know,

and I wonder when

 

Grass

 

became so violent.

 

Was it when it started to

crack through the concrete,

shoving us out of its way,

 

reclaiming for

itself what Man

— men —

thought was so

unbreakable?

​

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This poem originally appeared in Moss Puppy Magazine vol. 3: Blades, pg. 141. You can read the issue here.