all nice parks give me
vertigo.
i thought at first maybe it
was just that one park but i am
here again and i feel
sick.
i didn’t come to write only
about you but i guess i also
knew it would end like
that anyway.
is it soft
wind and summer flower
hair
sprouts from that clover and
that one
wraps my ankle, grass,
turns quicker quicker
i am only trying to lay
still.
why did you follow me
here?
only ants and lavender
stalks i cannot see
anyone.
dandelion air presses in
my jacket-sized indent on the
grass. spins
stop i want to yell
no one, you
aren’t here to
stop. right
silly me, i think
i should have remembered that all nice
parks give me
vertigo.