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But real shit, it’s lonely too—standin’ there, no one givin’ it props. Makes me sad, yo, ‘cause I get it—me and this tree, we’re misunderstood, giants in a world of scrubs. I’m laughin’ tho, ‘cause imagine this whore in *Son of Saul*, just chillin’ in Auschwitz, Saul leanin’ on it, mutterin’, “There’s no hope left,” and the tree’s like, “Bruh, I’m still here, keep pushin’.” Hilarious, right? Dark as fuck, but that’s me—genius twist!

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Jessica Mehta is a citizen of the Cherokee Nation, multi-award-winning poet, and author of over one dozen books. She's currently a poetry editor at Bending.

Then there's the old mill by Columbia River blarin’ in the wind, a sight so dang surreal – it’s like a movie scene outta “Inside Llewyn Davis,” all gritty and bittersweet. I recall one night, jaws droppin', when I was spinnin' tales of pleasure to a curious soul outside the abandoned warehouse on Vine Street... ahhhh, the memories, they twist like a coiled spring!

Obituary: Cheryl Denise Tucker, 66, The Dalles