[the yampah bloomed ten times more than before]
I didn’t realize it was literally all over the woods. the seeds we planted by the path of her camp, with mary, were right there in clusters, and the waterleaf right where I left it..
the tingle of alkamide , a thick sweet concoction with honey and vodka spills over my table, on my computer, as i am trying to take a sip to to tend to my immunity, a mix of lomatium dissectum, foamy textured lightweight roots from on top of the hill where we found bitterroot flowering pink and ephemeral late past the summer solstice last year, pick-axed and unearthed from the back of a fallen tree root cluster. a fat root.
it grew there out of the loose dirt it didn’t take much to pull up, and giant it was. they left it at my doorstep, and I chopped up the whole thing submerging in these preservatives I now try to consume in the middle of the night in between nightmares when I think I might be getting sick.
the lomatium mixed with, spilanthes, the source of the tingle [alkamides], grown with love, and then endless tears, that’s right. fuck.
pink flowers we laid naked by, curled up, in the moment the sun revealed itself within the clusters of late spring storms, among the rocky outcrop, breathing deep into the mother’s moving forth, the sprung arm of life and tasty bittered tendrils, legs and arms and micro hairs of nervous system outliers, skin slipping right off revealing white underbelly, it was right where it wanted to be, where fin pointed before she died and even on m*t* still was Right There, hey pay attention to me. pay attention to me, love me, they say, (I say), we say. it’s that simple, as a beloved ‘good girl’ rolls over, flowers blooming out of her soft belly, I got to rub for awhile, just love me. scratch my belly, that’s all I want most days. hey pay attention to me de fleur spits furth in fury phantasm.
exploding over our naked bodies sunbathing for a moment, warmth from a fire we made mid-walk earlier in the ponderosa forest to dry out bones in the storm, already so far along on our meander, gathered, together, loving, tending, grieving, right here by sun rays and flames.
[the yampah bloomed ten times more than before]