stop half-tending me
I.do.not.want.it
a small fire does not annihilate
and what’s love but obliteration?

Suppose I drive a knife into your heart –
cut it clean crosswise
and sow only its showy petals in my garden
Do you honestly think it will grow

Well tell me
Do you


This poem was first published in DED Poetry on December 10, 2022.

In Poetry

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