When I see the flowers
in my eyes grow
Wild
And Colourful
A great big bubble of
white
Fills me up
Sometimes the weeds
come back
In scratched mirrors
And it all seems
blurry
And false
I forget that I have
walked
On rusty train tracks
And Plexiglas bridges
That my feet are now
In clean brown earth
Particles squeezed
between my
Long fuzzy toes
When I see the garden
growing
Inside
Between my
stomach-flower-pot
And all those tubes of
green lianas
I tell myself that it
will grow
Beautiful
Long-lasting
And that perhaps
One day
I will learn to live
Without the one
That has uncovered the
seeds
And shed water and
tears and
Honesty
On the one that I once
was
