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.