- American Beech
American Beech
Pimp-Daddy, Blow Me, and D-Z 4-ever are the only legible phrases. Other
cut-marks on the squat trunk are hieroglyphs: dark bands of hearts, snowflakes, arrow tips.
To be pocked like this. To stand in a corner with shallow roots, one deep tap: to take
the terror-etchings, the fleeting love-wounds onto skin and hold them out for someone
to see the blurred, healing edges and faint unknowable letters. Despite the knife,
despite withering, to push an annual dying further, faster, and let anyone
anyone find this bark record of ache. [End Page 92]
Gibson Fay-LeBlanc’s work appears in the AGNI Online, the New Republic, Pleiades, and Poetry Northwest, among other publications. He is currently the executive director of The Telling Room, a nonprofit community writing center in Portland, Maine.