they found me at the base of a tree
ivy laced across my eyes
soil scuffed across my knees
there were sun fairies
planting little dandelions on my forearms
dusty yellow pollen coating my scarred skin
my roots, knotted, too thick to untie
the botanist cannot diffuse me
no matter how strong their pesticides are
I move through corbiculaes
infesting the ground
delivered, to sprout again
with rain, I grow
I am strengthened
so, I bloom.
