It’s all sunshine and good times until you discover you’ve brushed up against a patch of poison ivy. This Typewriter poem commemorates those times when you take a bit of nature home with you – the kind you definitely don’t want.
I am one with nature
I am the soil and the trees
The flowers and the bees
I am every frond, every leaf
I am taking nature home with me
A little oily hitchhiker clinging to my skin
I am undeterred! I am washing off the skin!
I am ..
More than itchy, more than any
five letters could come together
No, I am All Itch
I am a complete being consumed by and
one giant itch
I am not sure where the poison ivy is not,
I am only sure of one thing
I am way way way too much
One with nature.