*Poetry — July 28, 2022
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Let’s get married,
you said, watering nothing.
I’m not going anywhere,
you said, drowning on the couch.
I still love, I still love—
you said from the porch
waiting for him to eat the apple
of another. Blank spaces in your
gut, everything cut up. Who is being
gardened? Weird
how you thought
in clean-handed times
you came up from the ground
perfect human beings.
you said, watering nothing.
I’m not going anywhere,
you said, drowning on the couch.
I still love, I still love—
you said from the porch
waiting for him to eat the apple
of another. Blank spaces in your
gut, everything cut up. Who is being
gardened? Weird
how you thought
in clean-handed times
you came up from the ground
perfect human beings.
Originally published in No Tokens Issue No. 10. View full issue & more.