Abeha Usman – 1 poem 

Dear Parent Who Is Dying or Already Dead


I would tell you I’m picking this apple

for your health because you are sick and I am sick

of caring

without helping

without care


because what I mean: sometimes I wonder if

maybe I just enjoy

climbing trees,

latching to barked proof permanence, a distance far

enough to almost forget–


because these are the things I’m ashamed

of myself, like you would have chosen two-

thousand and I pick just one,

write instead


because I would tell you I’m sorry

except these words are words and all I’m saying are words


because what I mean: while I’m away showering trees

and carrying careless baskets of


 –you are dying


apples, I’m up in a tree

and if I could control worlds, not words


I would give up apple picking entirely,

plant orchards named after you, perimeter your place, ground

scented trails, nests brimming home, pine


to make easy for you.


If I could control worlds, not words

I would make tree hit ground, strike lightning

tangle strings like snakes like roots, bury my selfishness,


trade spots for you. 




Abeha Usman  

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at

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