I need to groom this garden
by Jamie Haddox
before the renegade thorns are too
savvy to thwart. And yes, it is true,
they are getting more clever every day,
finding shadows where they know
I’ll never see them, waiting to exact
their revenge for my pruning… or my
neglect, whichever they happen to be
pissed off about today. I consider
alternatives: gasoline or herbicides
but I can’t kill my garden. I’d rather
have an irregular heart beat than
an empty chest. I suck the blood
off my finger, curse the overgrown mess,
and head back to the shed to find
some fucking gloves.
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