year of pig or horse or fire or something falling or rising

the plan is to
overeat. you’ve emptied
oils from small bottle into
larger. your hands still
wear the scent.
outside voices are
heard as a smear. wind
in trees expresses as moving
limb. oh, today
it is green! was it not
just white? what
a distance of wreckage
behind you!
were it not only just
yesterday that you were
born?