your statement blocks me
as cold as this ground cover:
fighting against spring
i want the blossoms
from the newly-planted trees
to save me from this,
to float on a breeze
of similar desires
that could bring us home
(not this gray fabric
stunting all life from below,
constipated spring).
i want soft petals,
lilting with the seasoned wind,
ready to escape.
Author: lovizmytrio
Take a Bite
Coup d’Etat
Checking Off
Seasoned
I Thought the West Was Left
never thought i’d hear
Ivanka in the west wing–
demagogue ruler
Game of Thrones
Climate Reality
Recovery
Percocet nightmare
worse than any surgery
(pain outruns nausea)















