at peace

What grows in my sanctuary garden?

Kudzu, moss, and pine trees?

Fields of thistle as far as the eyes can see?

Perhaps it’s the only place glaciers don’t melt.

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Walking into this tundra’s the greatest I’ve ever felt!

Better than pricking myself on thorn wreaths,

or being given the vine-induced, ankle-grabbing creeps.

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Here, when I become bare,

exposure will grant me

the only means of sleep.

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