Plant Planh

My grandmother made thistle soup
Therefore my father ate it
According to epigenetic theory
Thistles are still working their ways
Through my unconscious
Sometimes in the night
I feel a tickle
Those white wooly hairs
Sprouting from graves

Author: stevekuusisto

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