BOTANICA
8.28.20
rosehips
the unexpected type – the foreign type
the type that leaves the doggie flap open for you at night
the type to intentionally leave lipstick stains on the milk bottle
yesterday i was water
today im a capricious breeze
blowing up the skirts of the mountain
tasting the river drip down your leg
tell me about the rising house prices in Colorado
and i’ll tell you how i just imagined my hand
playing realtor in your cunt
drawing boundary lines with margins of
arrowhead, cattail, and reed
you don’t need to know my name
to make lily out of ponds