Arielle Greenberg

I was reading an article

Julia Butterfly Hill   now older      old as me now


saying They cut Luna down            Now I call her Flattie


and in the accompanying photograph      a stump


coffee table wide and sleek on the forest floor with Julia behind


and arrayed with my recently dead mother’s painted gourd ducks


which were turtles in their marked shells


all manner of totem creatures                   companion species


and I said to my sister These were hers    These were not hers


it was a grave site



“I was reading an article” first appeared in Spoon River Poetry Review, 36.2.