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A charming video - Holly Eva

You’re standing in the woods in North Carolina.

Everything is sopping-

the air, the timid trees that leaning away from you with blushing bark,

the shallow footprints with little oceans all their own.

Your video is brief but charming.

China teeth and pressed plaid,

effortless elegance punctuated by some fitting ad,

some stream of births, successes, and vacations down south.

In some flighty flurry of happy teeth and circumstance,

you’ve offended those woods around you.

The rains don’t care for your sales quota,

nor do the casual lichens, the powerful persimmons,

and stubborn roots.

You didn’t ask them

before casting them in your tired charade

of desperate civility and cotton-clad capital.

And why would you?

They cannot cheer with silent voices,

cannot be jealous with wooden brains and thoughts of songs.

They cannot fall into your human faults,

so far below the sopping soil,

so distant from their honest shade.


Bio:

Holly Allen (she/ her)

Holly Eva Allen is a queer writer currently living in California. Her work has been previously published with Funicular, Sand Hills, and The Slanted House. She is currently working on a Master's degree in English at Claremont Graduate University. You can find her work at hollyevaallen.wordpress.com.


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