a disconnect from all sides, she knows
now of a packed tree
branch that spread-


it spread, like pollen spreads

from the bowel it came
off a monkeyed mountain
range to the roots, of an half-foreign objectofsorts
not ever any particular ones'
but claiming each for her own
geopolitical takeover


disowned tree-stump
,

withering away;
no one to give apples to,
or firewood, or comfort