Buy the Flowers For—


hedgerow of rage

tiny, tiny watering can

:

hedge

row of rage

tiny, tiny


watering can

:

hedgerow of

rage

tiny

tinywatering

can

hedge

row of

rage

tiny, tiny

water

ring

can::

hedgerow

of rage

tiny, tiny water

ring can hedge

row of

rage

tiny

tiny

(what?

during—)

can

hedge

row

offering

—age

tine and

stymie

water and

can—?

::

hedgerow

of rage

tiny, tiny

watering

can

hedge

row of

rage

tiny,tiny

waterand

can

:::

Every day, whenever she

can’t make up her mind, she turns



into an open window, looks below

to where you can’t buy flowers for yourself, tries instead



to interrogate the walls, investigate

the angles at which they were constructed—



walls that look like walls: what refreshing lack

of pretense!



instead of walls that look like windows: look—

the world’s her oyster. Open up and



—oops! They tell her,—oops!

you were the pearl.



Never mind, then. Close your lips. Heal

the opening, the nothingness where Other people



find their Something. Someone’s

sleeping, someone’s



something’s still to come. Investigate

the wallpaper: peel and tickle it



back to the source. Hurry, now,

here come the cameras—



lens and lens, hand in hand, she felt as if the act

of intercourse was not dissimilar—



—and after tea, they’d take a stroll

hand in hand, along the garden walk:



and he’d point out the flowers, and she

would water them, hand in hand,



hedgerow of rage, with her small can.

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