Torn

I lost myself in the treeline;
bark and leaf and dirt.
I lost myself –
stepped out of my skin
and rose to the tops
of the Douglas Firs;
and the foxes
sat with the wolves
and ate what was left
of me —
there wasn’t much,
just hands and knees
– and left me swallowed
in the trees.

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