poison garden i planted my terrors in the warm dirt. asked for a pathway out. a dead deer statues. cementing of the bone. limp animal. once, i was an aimless bite of deadly seed. here grow your foxgloves & your hemlock. wrought iron gate. let me in let me in. let me out. the graveyard spits bones at the sun, rings it like a bell. i lock my front door three different ways to keep out the ghosts of rabbits. dunk my head in soil to get a better look at hell. it's not too bad really. all those roots dangling down. baby toes included. in the garden, there are so many ways to die. it's best to just close your eyes & accept a fate. the butterflies turn white with sickness. one, escapes but dissolves in the fresh air. i used to be someone who believed in change. great radical change. i have grown a garden now from my self destructions. everything, but especially death, is contagious. what i want is a cure to scoop me up & rename me. i'll put on a fresh gender for the grass. a thousand dead ants. veneration for destructive flowers. finally finally. i am so undone about weakness. my weak knuckles & my weak ankles & my weak eyes. slowly, even words pastel smear. my uncle was a painter & he took a tiny brush to sow my eyes & now there is not one here to fix them. trust a root. trust a planet. & you will always be swindled out of your ammunition. you don't deserve my mandrake or my nightshade but especially not my shattered tooth. come sleep with me where the roses still have legs. winter is coming soon to tuck us all behind her ear.