post mortem exercise . three

i spent the last year of my after life as a tree.

this year i.m a berry. when i had flowers

i enjoyed bees and pollen . but i fear being

a flower. when you have flowers as opposed to being a flower

. bees are different.

when i was a tree i tried to sell my leaves

as sticky notes without the glue but all the green

. and i would have used the money to buy the

land that i was growing on.