Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to...
I ordered the day
I ordered the day
like I order my winter socks.
One pair full of holes.
Like I order rooms
by hammering at noise.
Persistent voices.
Gathered them all up.
Spaces happen in the heel
and then never mend.
I ordered the lamb
and expected to fleece it
of its shorn wool.
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