by Tym Wojcik
All trees are fake you say. They are really people disguised as trees you say. We are walking along a forest. You may hear them speak you say. I am silent. It’s all silent. The only noise is your voice. They’re all people who didn’t want to be bothered anymore you say. But listen, listen to them speak you say. We stop walking. We are completely silent. The world is silent. You smile and close your eyes. They’re singing you say. I walk away and leave you there, your head cocked back slightly, eyes shut tight, holding your breath, but still smiling that forced smile. I wouldn’t bother you anymore. I knew you always wanted to be a tree, although you hadn’t the faintest idea how.
(Published in the 2011 Aonian, issue 53. Murphy Contest first place Hybrids.)