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
they've just left you alone
to do the one
thing you
already knew
how to do.
thing you
already knew
how to do.
