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I

experienced

shrooms

on a stormy tuesday after class

with a girl who held my hand

and i'm grateful it wasn't you.

I

experienced

shrooms

in a berkeley forest dark

with the hand branches of trees

who waved and poked and grabbed

and I'm grateful it wasn't you.

I

experienced

shrooms

and saw black veins in my hands

swell and ebb like the tide

going out of my mind

and I'm grateful it wasn't you.

I experienced shrooms a thousand miles away

from the place where i was born,

not in a hospital, but in your arms where

I first bloomed in morning sun.

Not a thought passed for beginnings,

because the present was too strong,

its power eating me up and spitting me out in two.

I was afraid for most of it,

and glad my love was there,

glad it wasn't a man, you, john, anyone,

for I was not legible in my fear.

I

experienced

shrooms

on a quietly rainy afternoon

and it changed my life as i watched

the person i am closest to

see colors like ribbons stripping on the ceiling.

And I thought about society, how

see/through we are how

the voice on the tv means nothing

how each experience you have, whether

fun or so powerful you pray to god for it to stop

is sacred.

Shrooms is a god, his arms are iron,

his mouth is a black hole

his heart is ancient.

From far away I let him be me,

a flower who grew

up from the morning sun to be

atropa belladonna, deadly nightshade.

I

experienced

many days full of heart wrenching trips

pulling me this way and that

and I learned worlds from it.

To trust myself shakes my being

I know I am enough and it is a stone

resolution.

I

experience

life,

every day I wake to the sun of my city.

I change myself to fit the mold of a future

I envision, it comes.

And a woman you never knew lays beside me

telling me about what I went through

in her own sacred words.

I truly am grateful,

i found my own and the only place it could happen

was in a place I made for myself.