Scatter factor: fractured my skin & bone & sown across this land. Fingers grow, & pointing with them, weeds. My state, my nature is to want, I am all root & leaf, all reach. I am expanding fractal. Rare plants live in a landscape of fear, their predators made prey by greater beasts, & disappeared. So death undoes so many lesser terrors. I am all teeth, so many seeds, the body’s hardest part: perennial. Dig me up. You’ll find a smile: lifted, twisting, eyeless, toward the light.