Can one plant be a garden
I mean if it’s a zucchini
and you’ve carried it
through torridity and
morbidity to three
still budding penises
ribbed glossy speckled green
in the palm
of your mind where admit it
germination is encouraged
isn’t it nor can one love
be a life I don’t think so
not if you’re imagining
your life as something gone
beyond imagination.
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1 comment:
Nice.
Very Fanny Howe.
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