Art

It Follows Tomato Plants – Ali Huff

One summer night as a child
I stayed in a tent out back overlooking the brackish lake; it was
hot enough that each second angered me. A velvet butterfly pillow next to my sleeping cousin was my only comfort.

I was alone watching the sunrise
Unzipping myself into the trees
That yard was the only one in the world.
I liminally opened,
sliding like I was Lilith before she was gone from the garden,
a siamese cat was the sole creature that wanted me.
I watched the sky turn pink and sat in my uncomfortable body.
My irritability was settling
into the walls.

My life
was still, but I was visiting
myself
in a dream by a silver chord
I craved a glass of milk.