BECCA LAMARRE

YOUR ARM’S A VINE

Your body’s a rope
I’mma gonna climb
Right on upa you.
If you park your
Focus at the top of
My hill, I’ll fill it
With all the stuff
Ropes like to be
Full of. Grass braid
& goose barnacles.
If you tweak your
Arm Imma swing
All the razzle night
Like the vine fiend
You created so long
Ago in the mineral
Isles of my insides.