California Tree

May 1997

Your eyes frighten me but I can’t look away for my insecurity would show through. I face the north, dream of west, ignore east, and call south home. Curious stares I perceive as hatred to be something near like judging plates that have absolutely no significance. This tree is naked with pink skin smooth where hair used to be and slightly wrinkled where her arms extend outward. Almost human among the presence of others looking to be her kind, but she is different, she is an outsider.


Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist