Roman Ryan

Glamorous hand, you give me
tremors. Plants terror my eyes
with apparent green perfection.

The temptation for defection
riles me toward 
the tree and the soil:

What's the exchange rate in flora
for a fauna?

Will my one even
get me to one?

Megafauna


inflation!

Me? I'll be 
a trillion parts
one day and may
bee pollenate

the invisible blossom
at fig heart.