A year made of losses
Stitched together with a shaking doubt of my goodness
How could I know it at the time
All the tears cried this rotation of the earth
Watered wildflowers gasping in my lungs
We aren't  choking anymore
Growing up my trachea reaching for gold plated tongues
Flourish out of my cheeks and ripen the acid air
Now I spit petals onto the ground
Do the humans love me?
Do they love me not?
I don’t care anymore
The flowers love me
They made me a poet