Megan Merchant

The hospital intake form wants me to declare a religion. 

When I was nine,

I let a patch
of dandelions grow
by the church-white
walls

so they too
could be scolded
for beauty

and when dried,

cursed for undressing
under the sky.

Megan Merchant is either happily lost in the tall pines, or updating her website meganmerchant.wix.com/poet.