<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571644" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Settled in Nettles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember climbing nettles-<br>Nettles climbing our wooden fence, <br>The excitement of touching, <br>The thrill of the blisters-<br>The red and the oozing<br>Beneath my long sleeves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember nettle necklaces<br>Burning the fingers that linked<br>The green leaves- big green leaf<br>To big green leaf- How<br>My neck had red blotches<br>Itchy and sore. I scratched<br>And then bled and then wore fluffy scarves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember Justin Whiles<br>Who scrunched up his face and bit<br>On his lip and tied me with rope<br>And dragged the green nettles<br>Over my skin and asked, 'Why<br>Did we do this again? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now in my cabinets are nettles<br>In jars- jar after jar- big glass<br>Jars, brimming with nettles, <br>Their thick green leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometimes the night<br>Gets quiet and cold<br>And I walk to my cabinets<br>And pull down the jars<br>And pull out the nettles<br>And bite on the leaves<br>And bite and then chew<br>And then swallow the leaves-<br>Leaf after leaf-<br>Jar after jar-<br>Till the night's not so silent.<br>Till I throw up green mulch<br>In my hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alicia+Adams">Alicia Adams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571644" data-title="Settled in Nettles de Alicia Adams" data-description="I remember climbing nettles- Nettles climbing our wooden fence, The excitement of touching, The thrill of the blisters- The red and the oozing Beneath my long sleeves. I remember nettle necklaces Burning the fingers that linked The green leaves..."></div> </div> </div>

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