the frame of a carnivore

like a giant

who uses clouds

for tissues

i am looking for

isolation

but even the sky

stares back

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the wood frame

dreams of being a tree

but it’s forgetting

because people are saying

how good it looks

with that painting

of red

which it never wanted to be

and couldn’t tell a redwood

from a black

and tried to once

scattering its seed

to such differences

with dying birth

finding a redwood

big and blocking

hiding all there was

to hide

straight down to bedrock

leaving the bits of tree

to wait for a place to place

like here

where it is now

cut and shaped

formed and deformed

into a house that

brings other frames

from other trees

like that redwood

that held its seeds once

but now holds a different paint

which the wood frame

doesn’t like all that much,

green never suited

a beast and carnivore