The Wild Vine

I am swinging
wildly,
like a monkey
on a string.
The wild vine
that runs from
tree to tree
in the jungles
of my mind,
I jump, I screech,
I beat my chest
and find,
and pick only
the bananas
that are ripe,
that I cannot eat
in my day to day
allergic life –
as a human.

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