Cruelty in April

First only green at the edges and on the ground. Then the heat arriving (like an unclocked summer) greens rise and invoke daffodils, crocuses quickly bloom and quickly die from the bipolar swing of the planet’s mood back to frost. Cruelty in April makes flora think showing up will be safe, so they show up and show off and break. Frost ruins their juiciness. Like miscarried fetuses, early birth cannot save them. There are reasons for wombs and control is not the answer. Pipelines burrow into and under this earth, man-made and looking for value. What chops and hocks these trees, I want to throw my body in the way. By the end of April all the different shades of green are filled in to the canopy, and the sky seems bluer—with bright sadness—slap me with fecund proof, this April, we’re all bluer than the way we used to be.

First only green at the edges and on the ground. Then the heat arrived (like an unclocked summer) greens rose and invoked daffodils, crocuses quickly bloomed and quickly died from  the bipolar swing of the planet’s mood back to frost. Cruelty in April made flora think showing up would be safe, so they showed up and showed off and broke. Frost ruined their juiciness. Like miscarried fetuses, early birth couldn’t save them. There were reasons for wombs and control was not the answer. Pipelines burrowed into and under this earth, man-made and looking for value. What chopped and hocked these trees, I wanted to throw my body in the way. By the end of April all the different shades of green were filled in to the canopy, and the sky seemed bluer—with bright sadness—slapped me with fecund proof, this April, we blued bluer than the way we used to be.