I hate flowers

when they surround people

who aren’t

I’d rather just be

the weeds besides them

instead of besides the weeds

within

& I’d like to climb in

the foliage forest

like “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids”

and sink into it again

without the audience around

picking up grasshoppers and snakes

and breathing when time

is simply the way that the tall grass blows.