On a friend’s kitchen counter,

An old branch scar at the base of a tree, partially healed over with a center of pale wood filled with fantastic arabesques.

three potatoes had gone feral, growing ghostly branches out of their eyes. I kept my shirt pulled down so my navel wouldn’t get any ideas.

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