by Carlton Mellick III
I shake hands with a tree when suddenly my hand becomes attached, glued to it as if sap has gotten on my palm. My fingers become one with the bark. My arm mutates into a branch with twigs, leaves. The tree stands mute, watching me, as wood coats my skin, down my legs, up my neck, until I can't move. My lower half has become rooted in the soil. And just before my eyes go hard, I gaze out to see a forest of human beings. All of whom have returned to nature.
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