shredded letters
I tried using
as fertilizer.
grow something from our
sudden valediction:
calendula,

jasmine to lighten the darker parts of my libations,
the ones that hold me under the bath water,
but just give it a fragrance of cure.
violets, honeywort, honeysuckles wafting from the roach holes,
Easter lilies the cats shouldn’t touch so I hang them from the rafters
and let the leaves fall brown one by one;
let the paws scatter the ashes of that,
mice, my previous
laurels.

 

cheery dandelions in the cracks of the linoleum,
bromeliad at the doorway to protect me with her spikes;
self-effacing, straight and strong unlike the
hard, twisted ways I grow to be.
orchids to wilt in too much sunlight when I’m
doting myself to death,
a bouquet of roses to give my daughter when she becomes
moss in someone else’s garden,
feral evocation             an arboretum
started at the ankle. or

a whole cherry tree,
rooted.
chop down,
gorge,
something sweet to chomp while I’m choking down
the acidic
no,
the new full sun.

I prepare the lemon balm,
one cup of hot water,
watch the window blanket itself in white flakes
of anesthesia,
embrace the change in seasons
without a phone call or text,
hexed postcard,
or really,
much incident at all,
considering history.

 

“succor”

 

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