I write about


how I’m still a child


amassing lantana camara bouquets


on windowsills as a toddler


metaphoring words for flowers today


as a legal adult. I watch them wilt.


I press my thumbs until 


they are red no. 40


as a loss of social responsibility


I water my carcinogens


while I stare at flowers


mostly but these hands 


are getting tired. I’m normal and small.


only old enough for short


allelopathic parties these days


maybe a loss of anything 


might do nothing extreme 


in this contained chemical competition


I’m a loss of 


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