I Don’t Know What I Believe In Anymore

I feel like I am the center of an apricot
Wet and hard
But I’m not sweet so I’m discarded
But if I’m lucky
I’ll become a tree someday
And they will see
That though I’m not sweet, I can make sweet things
And in my heart I hope it brings
Them health and indissoluble happiness
Fruit and all of our happenstance
The slow-motion swing of a happy dance…
Spins and lifts life’s beautiful dress
And I’m on the floor
Laying down
Staring straight up into its pussy
And when I see
I don’t know what I believe in anymore