Primrose babies chewing womb
born in the window, summer room -
the snakes are in the garden &
dig up the mothers,
dirt fingers wringing necks!
                 suffocate,
                 suffocate
                        swallow.

Brittle petals aflame
death calls out a name,
shrieking -
                siren calls over airwaves
                shortened breath &
                  the mothers are in the gardens.

Rocking horse markers
carousel tracks
                 back and forth
wearing out the breath –

Primrose babies
sticking souls to the sun.