The Poem Said

The poem said

that sunlight back there is the only thing

I like

Pour it back into starter beds or leave it on the sill for neighbors or for later

A grassy smell in the kitchen

Lidocaine floats

the fringed tulips in a crease & that’s the morning

There’s so much to look forward to

Big bowls of cereal

A tonal shift in the fertilizer

Later automatic ramen & a Coke

You can start anywhere it doesn’t really matter

Flowers on the table

breathe sugar

The skylight in the dosage doesn’t