Wednesday, July 24, 2019

TOUCH ME NOT

Red impatiens
white impatiens
pink impatiens
yellow—dilating

in an obscured
sort of row

on the easement
adjacent to this
fraught intersection—oh

how I adore
that no one asks what's
best for you;

they've just left
you alone to
do the one
thing you

already knew
how to do.

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