by Emily Bilman
Her mycelian memory ushered her
across wood-layers until she awoke
to the frayed filaments of her womanhood.
Like subterranean rumours the wind-
scattered spores spread out to probe
the fungi. Like yeasts the roots of the fungal
colonies stretched out to taunt them
and they entered the sylvan expanse.
Rumour-hyphae still spread spores
until the woman recognized her breaths
in the sylvan effluvia, until he conceded
to his fractious alliance with the mineral
soil seeped in the bacteria of the mull-earth –
the insects, larvae, and fungi underneath.
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