The need to collapse on those mulberry branches,
to lie fully. How the leaves spread like legs or lips,
fillable. How the berries must be plucked, rubbed,
pressed, & left to dry. While exhaling, the robin
catches your voice. A stream of consciousness:
the bark seeps a trail of shiny & sugary sap.
Noelle Hendrickson is a lesbian poet and disabled educator proudly based in Utah. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Whale Road Review, Watershed Review, Queerlings Magazine, The Allegheny Review, Prism Review, and elsewhere. Find her at noellehendrickson.com.