botany depression

botany depression: a villanelle 

There’s a birthmark on my belly shaped like a pine tree

Under my shirt I whisper, “things don’t grow here.”

They call my body the black sea

My dark skin howls like a banshee 

They’ve taken all my souvenirs 

There’s a birthmark on my belly shaped like a pine tree 

Read my lips, this is my plea 

I’ll return when I reappear 

They call my body the black sea 

I don’t look in the mirror— (my little idiosyncrasy)

I’ve taught myself to not be sincere 

There’s a birthmark on my belly shaped like a pine tree

Cut me open, I wanna be free 

Or let me hide behind something I fear 

They call my body the black sea 

I’ve decided I don’t need any vitamin D 

I’ve decided this is my final year 

There’s a birthmark on my belly shaped like a pine tree

They call my body the black sea