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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