LILIKOI

By Makena Wilhelmsen

 

Your vines are

Gnarled and twisted,

As they’ve creeped

Around the stalk.

 

Your reach is like a river

In both directions.

As your roots grow,

Your reach is even longer.

 

Your fruits are

Little bombs

That drop and rot

As they spread their

Seeds as they decay.

 

Your will is like a wave

That never stops.

It keeps suffocating

Pulling and twirling.

 

Your life is death.

Like a snake

You’ve slowly

Killed the tree

That has been supporting

You and your fruit.