A resplendent dandelion
that tenacious gales and gardeners could not uproot
crowned with a wreath of lion's teeth
both smooth and sharp
guardians of my quintessence
flitted away and fell out
as I ate
and ate
and ate
and threw up
on food and drugs and love
to fill a restless void I'd felt since birth
a yearning
to feel in extremes
but I lost my teeth
and became a gummy grandmother
a fragile translucent globe
a clicking anaemic clock
acupunctured with eyelashes
yes the gales rip through me
but it's the whispers that melt me away
everywhere and all the time
yet I still try to float and fly far
in fear of landing in a farm