However,
If they’d let me wear pants made out of the
fresh mown grass from this place,
I’d do it.

If they’d let me make out
with every single Eucalyptus tree in Ganesh’s Grove,
I swear, I’d do it.

I’ve sweated out dew these days,
worked out the dregs,
rubbed my chin on the tree bark,
mistaking it for my master’s leg.

I can’t get far enough in.

If they’d let me eat the soil of this place
served on a bed of birds’ nests,
I’d finish only half my plate,
Then sleep all night on the rest