Garden

To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes. I grafted the apple to the quickest vein in either wrist. I dug an ounce of poppyseeds where teeth should be, plugged my ears with golden balls of iris. I carved a hole in either breast to swaddle dahlias overwinter, like you, so frightened of the cold.

My mouth grows hot with purring, with the tunneling ofbees. My tongue, become a catacomb the wings will fill with scent.

My skull, for you,ceramic bowl of flowers you mayhurl against the wall.

I am ready. Lead the way.