my wall full of trinkets taped to my wall (III)

James Bowden

you’d be surprised what 59¢ can buy:
forgiveness, and with the change,
an envelope of frail poppies (and heirloom variety, at that)
to be washed out by spring’s first showers–

just in time for crowded birthday clovers
to cope with the pot of weeds I’d watered
that weren’t waiting when I went home
sans you, sans him, sans her.

don’t worry, they’re dying
to be torn out and trapped in turquoise tape too–