subsistence halibut harvest survey

i don’t know
what is in these
plants.

i don’t know
what is in
me.

i take hawthorn
for my heart.

motherwort
for my heart.

holy basil
for my heart.

wood betony
for my heart.

there are plenty of
breaks, plenty
of opportunities
to catch the breath.
to put the breath back
where it belongs.
which is
inside.
which is
outside.

the heart is
coated in slime
and jumping spastically.

the heart is
twitching
and gasping,
like a fish.

if you put the fish back
where it belongs,
it looks less
strange.

i’m advocating for
a long break.
i’m advocating for
plants and water.

a few droplets of water cling conically to brand new Spring buds.

Published by Zak

an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence.

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