The horror, Anna-Beth
See Anna-Beth, the botanist.
She is planting a seed in another’s yard. It will outgrow everyone. She picks dirt from beneath her fingernails.
Discuss Anna-Beth, the conversationalist.
She is listening to the drunk young parents flirting. They are undressing now. Her lips press the cold glass.
Find Anna-Beth, the labourer.
She is swinging the sledgehammer at the building column. It is creaking now. She starts on another.
Admire Anna-Beth.
She is recreating, she is God. The trees will take over, the buildings will fall. Where breakfasts and fights and fucks were had, she will be with her forest, alone, inseparable