I've decided to stop watering
the vegetables in the garden.
You haven't eaten in weeks.
What more could I possibly do?
I am writing speeches
about how we should move
to the orchard or Kansas or
the middle of wine country.
I'd like to see us flourish.
Perhaps I should shout
and not whisper.
You treat the cabbage like it's yours,
and the tomatoes as though
you don't have to work for them.
The peppers told me
they are disappointed. I didn't have
an excuse for you.
I'm hungry. Waiting for sweetness
to follow.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
No comments:
Post a Comment