Fruiting Bodies

Snatch from existence

The story of this poem: I watched a neat video about the mushroom life cycle, and the term “fruiting bodies” struck me.

FRUITING BODIES

When the air stuffs soot down your neck,
The skyline is aglow with burning trees,
Freezing is not an option: rather,
Seek the fruiting bodies.

We cannot snatch from existence
That which has grown roots as numerous
As the stars burning the night-blue expanse
With the same fire as a woman’s blush.

Finish vomiting your complaints, your needs,
Go find the fruiting bodies,
The ones that contain the map that your parents did not show you
Because they could not bear for you to be a woman who leaves.

Thank you so much for reading my work.

See you next week.