by Caitlin White

the spore

has bloomed

I felt it open up between my kidneys A

taste on my breath

leaf litter decaying into soil

an ending


out from veins flow soft white tendrils

the mycelial network holds on to spite

compels rash actions commands a sharp tongue

we’re slamming kitchen cupboard doors

we’re performing a one man play known colloquially

as the silent treatment


all the small hurts will explode from me

ball bearings saunter through

the fleshy parts of our relationship

some find bone