they keep promising
that flowers would grow around
this wreckage — even
if a garden bloomed, this car
just won't run
                            the same
                                               again

every morning is
a green boa I wrestle
into submission

me going isn't
a cry for help — it's the bells
after a long war

confession: I thought
the word RUMINATION was
named after Rumi
                             (the Persian poet)

that's when I knew you're
good for me — I liked myself
more for liking you

ᴵ one day, you came and
took all the plants that wilted
and made them blossom

ᴵᴵ you took all the plants
that I can't make flower and
made them bear good fruit

ᴵᴵᴵ when my kindness to
myself wilted, you showed me
your garden of it ⚘

all night, we pretend
not to notice each other —
like a warm cold war