—I HATE HOW YOUR TALK TO YOURSELF

 

Flush

 

been sitting here

not really listening

just poking skin

ripping sails

hoping not to

break anything

crumple or wail

been wondering lately

a lot about Hell

wondering if you

can actually tell

if you love-hate

someone or something

like the beauty

of frost smothering

the dappled lips

of earth’s most

beautiful flower

because I love

flowers

even though

they die and I can’t

smell them

they’re one of

my favorite things

flowers are

what we need  

flowers sprouting in

your eyes

flowers growing in

the sky

flowers all over earth

Amen