Poem, Pol, Un-healing Identities

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Least Us
March 11, 2025

in our sleep, we become apple trees
grafting medicinal-changing fruits
disease resistant, flavorful, until
told we are not in conformation
stripped of limb and documentation
we are fed to mill as grist, while you
taking fill, tell how we failed arborning

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