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a bouquet

for all the reasons

he does not have to give

it’s material things make married so hard

i make one chicken feed five

make clothes ten years old fashionable

rejuvenate one fake sable coat

poverty endows one with magic

(how to do without turns garden to weed)

basil and blackthorn

my voice i have no thing

henbane and wild thyme

i scrape bottom

nettle and rye

i sweep out dead dreams

plum buds and tamaris

i promise the kids

moss and china asters

i borrow from friends

ivy yucca and wild rue

dark empty arms

money be as mad as you can afford

poor demands be alert, on the dime, sane

clumsy moment, a week’s pay gone. too heavy a foot

$70 in brake repairs. a forgotten pill is $400

to abort. soon they’ll corner the market on air

i’ll gasp and curse my skin

unable to breathe

(ganja takes the stiff out, wine cuts the knot)

he comes in with a bouquet of smiles

i love him for the first time again

down to dirty sheets and stinky socks

down to unpaid bills and beans 4 times a week

to the bone

to the blood rose