Two Tall Trees
By Amy Leigh Cutler

For sleep there is lavender,
calendula for fever.

I'll take the train in the morning. 
Past the branches of
dull woods 
cut through by rails

overlayed with tracks.

I'm sorry for being so hesitant. 
My poems are all caught up
in spider webs.

Lakh Lalo 
African stew with 
Bacalao
for memory.

It makes me feel young
to watch the sauce pans 
simmer.

Skin so tender
it is hard for me to speak
plain. 

The names we give 
are phantom islands
on maps written
long ago. 

I must relearn my muchness
from Adeleigh.

Sleep is gentle,
fever slow.

Old memory, 
the winter ground,
it splits.

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filming and editing by charlotte mayfield.