the remembering tree
by Jawn Van Jacobs
these branches have thorns
that leave scars on my arms –
or wherever else i try to ascend
my body in reaching toward
a new way to forget
his seesaw on my spine
my reason for deciduous
susception to suicide
these branches bare no fruit
only occasional leaves –
each with veins that scalpel
a name or face from shade
some days i go between
wanting to chainsaw it all down
or hang alone from its branches
where no one would find me for days
i could even use it to build
a house and raise my
own family – only at dual price of being reminded
everyday of what happened to me
when time didn’t move so fast as it does now
if you took an ax to my mind
you’d find more than the twenty-
four rings on the inside
to account for all the years
a child could not comprehend
what this tree overcasts.
Jawn Van Jacobs is currently enrolled in Rowan University’s MA in Writing program and has previously worked as a poetry editor for Glassworks Magazine.