greenland...

tweezing,
instead of
dumping
the good
out from
the bad
I, reformed,
recycle
the yes I do
from
the no I don't,
thank you,
anymore,
am happy
living
in the,
somewhere
in-between,
in that
invisible
greening,
steady land
of
close your eyes
and
click your heels
that I now
gleefully
call home...

lucy meskill