Tree Girl with Woodpeckers (1960)
All bark and no bite -
that's the story of my life.
Rooted in place no matter
how rude the circumstance
or crass the company. Fertilized
with bullshit. Bladed by boys
to impress girls and scarred
long after C ceased
to LUV T 4-EVER.
This is not a smile -
it is a rictus, and it aches.
Beaks buried to my sap: tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap. I've heard voices say
the shade is nice this time of year.
My face stays tilted to the sun,
my branches martyred.
For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads