My back hurts. Someone told me once when your muscles are sore it is because they are filled with acid and I imagine my entire back filled with acid. I've been thinking a lot about this guy I read about who had a pine tree growing in his chest. He didn't know about it until it punctured his lung and he couldn't breathe anymore. I keep trying to write poems about people with plants growing inside them. The great childhood debate about swallowing seeds. Something cheesy about how all men have pine trees growing inside their chests.