to propagate our orchard

A breakup "nonet" love poem

By Gina C.Published 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

To propagate our orchard, we slit

our fig trees. These sacred clippings

flourished—produced buds; thrived. We

cared for these new lives—tucked

them in earth, watched as

they slept—but our

parent stems

-could not-

mend.

-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨

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