there is a
live plant
in the house
now
this presence
ominous
in pot
near window
prone
to waiting
it stirs
something
manifest
in me
this propensity
toward the
death of
things
so
sacrosanct
the blue sharks
live up to their
promise to
taste
blue
i eat them
one by one
from a noisy
cellophane
packet
my right hand
moving
any number of
natural bar
soap would
do
freshly baked
bread
of a morning
something
steeped with
milk and honey
o a t s
normal
like
one ripe
Minneola
i have spent
most of today
looking up recipes for
laundry soap
these aren't
the final plans
for a
life lived
possibly
in progress
i don't have a lot
to say anymore
if i did
i'd probably have
to figure out
a whole new
way
of saying
it
in my head
there are four
elephants
or five
in your head
any number
wouldn't make
sense
i am going to open
a patisserie
when i was in love with you
i had lost my mind
so it didn't count
nope
teddy roosevelt's wife died
on the same Valentine's Day in 1884
as his mother And when my heart’s dearest died,
he wrote in his diary the light went from my life forever.