Tonic 3 (Daphne)

by Kristen Case

Proximate to the dark mossy under-
story and the watery leaflight you
forget the sentences
about your body and its capture
the words falling from you one
by one even as you feel them
becoming: green and
green and green and
the way light enters you and
your whole being leaning toward
the thin and continual and indifferent exchange,
a pale moss of repeated small forms over-
taking your skin, even this
annihilation now a kind of harmony.