I'm nothing like a tree that has been hollowed out

Step outside of my friend’s house
And I feel like a tree that’s been hollowed out

Never stood that tall, so maybe
I’m slightly off with that

But I definitely feel loose
When it comes to thinking about
What used to fill me or make me feel
More solid

I think about kids
Playing inside me

They’d be ok until
They got to the guts

Maybe the smell would
Keep them away

Hard to tell

I’m nothing like a tree
That’s been hollowed out.