seeds (#BAD11)

when i was little, my mother told me if i ate seeds a tree would grow in my tummy.

apples became the enemy. oranges were fearsome foes. watermelon to be avoided at all costs. no seed was a good seed.

a tree would grow in my tummy. its roots shooting down my legs, the branches up my arms. a bird's nest perching on my clavicle. perhaps a treehouse, with children climbing up my hip.

a tree would grow in my tummy and i would disappear. shaded by green leaves between my hair. a spiky clavel del aire clinging under my left arm. monkeys visiting occasionally.

a tree would grow in my tummy and perhaps, one day, i might bear fruit.