I Do What You Hate.
I think it is not that you grow out of it–or grow into it–you grow amongst it and it becomes your choice as to whether or not you become it or consume it.
But we divide.
Into peas, carrots, brussels and such,
Naked ladies eating lunch with
Timing like the birds.
Alone and together
Wrapped in a sheet-love for music.
To dance as they please.
Two naked ladies grow into trees.