See me work
like slow heat dissolving trichomes bacteria prickling with clove terpene

Piñon, that pliable pitch.

Binding th’ thorax & spine in worm- wood leaf, I lance just
the meridians

poultice via incense dough, latch, haphazardly
as courters do.

                        I’m peach-fuzz syringe — glass —
                                    astragalus & burdock prong
                        pappus, gust — in the bloodstreams.

What is more invasive, more part of you — than I?

Amid th’ swinging faces, wild celery, seeds spun into soft helicopter wings parachuting nervously
into soil

You spur, having grown nerves.

                        Hook into the garments —

                                                grown-in
                                    grown-out of

                        all things with porosity.