i don't want to share

i could plant myself
in garden rows like a good child 

dirt up to my ankles--

the sunflower mobile sky
lullaby me in lilac & blue--

what will you do with 
all you toys?

if you april then 
what am i? you clay pot?
your wilting vase?

& in the attic is the 
plastic castle of our dreams

back open for children
to doll-house play us--

draw bridge ready for 
selective arrivals--

the green carpet is moss
or maybe emerald snow--

planting--

are you growing yet?

are your roots cold 
in the february frost ground--

we-- the packets of seeds
in the top drawer in the kitchen
cabinets--

placed under your skin
with your thumb--
pumpkin & tomato--

a knot of garden-- will
you water me if the snow
refuses to melt?

will you climb up to
the attic on all fours?

the kingdom is plastic--

dungeon waiting--

is this where we'll become
gourds?

i want to take all
my toys & bury them in the
backyard so no one
else can ever play with them--

on our knees--
fingernail dug trench--

the castle swelling 
wave-like & manic--

now the size of our parent's house--

you say that maybe we 
are kings & i laugh because 

the blood coming
from my fingers is indigo 

drawbridge-up 

crumble earthworm sky--

we were to wait 
make ourselves into rows 
like good children 

& here i am plucking 
the eyes of beanie babies 
like seeds--

obsidian iris--

what children are we growing?

brother, 
don't forget to peel off
the walls of your bedroom

we'll want to keep it 
all--

safe in the earth 

where everything is closer to
the underworld--

realm of dangling roots--

the soil tastes like
rotten apple & stem--

your army men will
make great trees one day--

just wait just wait

trust in the patch--

they're waking up
to an empty attic--

it might fly off like
a newspaper cap--

castle behind the garage--

we can plastic live here--
this is a phone call with out a voice--

we halo empty crowned kings--

we perfume-blooded

we selfish children--
ripping ankles from the field--

aching artificial in the lawn

whose toys are these?

all mine all mine