the dirt creeps up onto my soles
while the sting swells up my soul
the weeds grow without interruption
and the grass follows the leader:
the weed grows in any environment
no worries about nutrition
(water, sun, pollinating)
but only about infecting its
the several hundred pots of plants
that surround the neighbor’s house
invite the infestation of all things
non-human, but essential to humans.
my face is swollen
her face is still beautiful
i can’t help but want to kill myself
and all i want is for her to be happy.
sounds like a happy ending to me.