i dreamed of a red scarf
not my own essentials
pittering on wax and shine
my mother denied me access to
my own world,
dwelling on aid and safety
why replace my roots with scorn
when all i want is to keep the chair
under his feeble feet
nearly exhausting
drenched in petunia comfort makes
stale light an alarming distraction
my second garden, oh it's delightful
the fields of yonder bloom in a
utopian yellow
some say it smells the same as here,
but decay and aspirin
are as pungent as lilac
my hands would've screamed a thousand times but you disassembled the trigger like i used to wrap
a rubber band around the faucet
a spritz of water made me laugh
now it hurts my head
why does it trigger
i love watching ants build up their
dreams just so they can be whisked
away in the wind
it reminds me of myself
please
don't take me out of the meadow
