A Guide to the Outdoors

Aimee, you found me
In the woods
Like you should
Like you do in all those books you read
But never learn
You just dream
You just dread
You just drown me out
With the words and the world
That swirl in your head
And my magazines burn
All the people they turn
Into monsters
But just for a second
And then they’re dead and they’ll leave the earth
Like me
And Aimee
You found me
On the globe and then you act surprised like you didn’t know
That we crossed lines
We meet here
But only one of us would be speaking
And its not me
It’s not you
It’s these trees above us creaking
And I am one
With the roots
With the air you breathe
See I asked to be returned
Like the people on the pages of your magazines
Like they burn
You cut me down
You built a house
Then you surrounded yourself with my flesh
Cause I was always at least three steps ahead of you
With one screw loose
And it’s only used to out live me
Oh, so here it is