ARTICHOKE

Because I lived in my head anything could happen to me

Trees dropped their pita chips

Hearts grew their leaves

Ever since I was little, I knew myself to be at sea

Like a glove

Sleeping under a carseat

I was totally unreachable

Awash in invisible butter

Contained, intensely, by a clear plastic sleeve

My ears poked out

I was a friend of the library’s

I was peaceful and random

Until I took a spoon

And scooped at me

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from Issue 11 of berlin lit

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By Luciana Arbus-Scandiffio 👍