Becoming Moss

I lie on the ground.

I open my mouth.

I suck on a spoon.

I embrace a stone.

A beetle crawls by.

I empty my mind

I stuff it with grass

I’m green, I repeat.

The sun is a drink.

The yellowest squash

I can’t get enough

This poem appeared in Shine, Darling by Ella Frears, published by Offord Road Books, 2020.

10.09.2026

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