I think roses aren’t always red.
I think violets are sometimes indigo.
I like bacon.
And Poetry is hard.
Especially during allergy season.
What do you think?
Mushroom grow in my garden
my yard/under my bed/between my
toes like sergeants—I kill green.
This morning we draped your lace
curtains around your Christmas
cactus and violets growing
on your window ledge
and took pictures
of your green thumb life.
“Use the last line of yesterday’s poem for the first line of today’s poem.”