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I take opportunities by the neck and hurl them into trees watching as they tumble back down in snags and snares.
I bare my bloody teeth and clench my fist—
my nose scrunched in a threatening snarl to the birds who try to makes nests out of what is mine.
I take opportunities and force roots to come out, I bury them and listen to their muffled cries— I agonize until it blooms.
*art by Denis Sarazhin
