I planted violets in their place,

buried their seeds in the raw skin,

fertalized them with poem scraps,

watered them with beer —

their roots are in my body,

curling around my bones,

replacing my veins —

my skin is purple and green,

petals and leaves,

and I no longer know my name;

I can only open my mouth

for the bees who now crawl inside me

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