Safety Indoors

When mold takes over a plant, the contaminated parts are supposed to be removed. If that can be done, it can be saved. The plant can be preserved. But if the mold starts at the roots, then the plant has no heart. There is no fighting sickness without heart so you better accept it. Your garden won’t have roses next year.

Sound Like You

Syllables of a language my life

has never given itself to learning

wring themselves out in a

cotton shower towel. Whether

based in the movement of magma

or the heat of a sun long since

elegied, I remain without the

ability to recognize them.

They all sound like you though.

Smell like me.

Clocks

Winter froze sidewalks and

bicycle chains before

I realized he makes me foolish.

Now I wake up concussed

and blame him for the

unnatural movements of my

elbows and knees. We never know

how to present ourselves anymore.

He reads sense aloud

but it sounds jigsaw to my ears.

I can only piece together that

there is more meaning than

before. The corners of my mouth cannot

unbend. I do not understand now.

My bicycle chain is melting.