the tree’s

knobby
puckered
lichen lips
susurrate

beckon
cathy come closer
kiss my lusciousness

it was if its words
were spoken
through a whispered hiss
passing out of labial
looking petrified fungi

i smile and nod
at the phallic structure’s
ugliness

then give thanks
i still look good enough
for a fungus on a tree
to hustle me