From the Collection Dear Mothership<\/em><\/h2>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\n& our hibiscus is on that bullshit again.
You know the story. She picked us. Date night<\/p>\n
at the roadside nursery. The one made entirely
of good vibes & floor-to-ceiling chain link,<\/p>\n
so that sometimes, with any luck & clear
skies\u2014when the air quality index glows a pale tangerine\u2014<\/p>\n
little golden squares of Kraft Cheese light melt honey
bees, snake plants & hostas; the ordinary ferns<\/p>\n
hanging tough; melt me & my love in a gooey, tropical
gladness. Hibiscus Child sang to us from the parking lot:<\/p>\n
Wouldn\u2019t I look peachy on your withered deck?
<\/i>Don\u2019t I deserve ceramic turquoise views<\/i><\/p>\n
& Whole Foods fertilizer? A daily minute of
<\/i>attention with a 9-Pattern Garden Hose <\/i>Nozzle? <\/i>Middle kid<\/p>\n
in a potted triptych, Hibiscus Child can be a bit much.
But she\u2019s honest. Opens up, then closes, pointedly.<\/p>\n
Flaunts her heart\u2019s coral needs with a gaudy
audacity I am famously bad at. Like, Love me, <\/i>motherfucker<\/i><\/p>\n
lest we both perish of heatstroke! <\/i>Love, it\u2019s
late. Summertime & the living is halogen.<\/p>\n
But you & me, we are perishing gracefully
as two sentry gardenia bushes flanking a flugelhorn tree<\/p>\n
fashioned from rose-gold blooms. Impervious to inclement
grief, rising seas, & the separatist hurricanes of history.<\/p>\n
Drought-resistant & gleaming, the two of us
up early, watering in record heat. Me in my cloud-<\/p>\n
colored robe misnaming the flowers,
hoping to see you beam. Good morning, Fernie Sanders.<\/i><\/p>\n
Little Pothos Bill. Rise & shine, Morgan Treeman. Little
<\/i>Cactus Everdeen. <\/i>Sometimes peril imperils itself. I can see that now.<\/p>\n
When the affected acclimate. When the veil between
backyard garden & the inferno is sheer,<\/p>\n
you learn to fix your focus on the roots. Love,
in this erstwhile fire, this halcyon season, we are proof.<\/p>\n
_______________________________<\/p>\n
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& our hibiscus is on that bullshit again.
You know the story. She picked us. Date night<\/p>\n
at the roadside nursery. The one made entirely
of good vibes & floor-to-ceiling chain link,<\/p>\n
so that sometimes, with any luck & clear
skies\u2014when the air quality index glows a pale tangerine\u2014<\/p>\n
little golden squares of Kraft Cheese light melt honey
bees, snake plants & hostas; the ordinary ferns<\/p>\n
hanging tough; melt me & my love in a gooey, tropical
gladness. Hibiscus Child sang to us from the parking lot:<\/p>\n
Wouldn\u2019t I look peachy on your withered deck?
<\/i>Don\u2019t I deserve ceramic turquoise views<\/i><\/p>\n
& Whole Foods fertilizer? A daily minute of
<\/i>attention with a 9-Pattern Garden Hose <\/i>Nozzle? <\/i>Middle kid<\/p>\n
in a potted triptych, Hibiscus Child can be a bit much.
But she\u2019s honest. Opens up, then closes, pointedly.<\/p>\n
Flaunts her heart\u2019s coral needs with a gaudy
audacity I am famously bad at. Like, Love me, <\/i>motherfucker<\/i><\/p>\n
lest we both perish of heatstroke! <\/i>Love, it\u2019s
late. Summertime & the living is halogen.<\/p>\n
But you & me, we are perishing gracefully
as two sentry gardenia bushes flanking a flugelhorn tree<\/p>\n
fashioned from rose-gold blooms. Impervious to inclement
grief, rising seas, & the separatist hurricanes of history.<\/p>\n
Drought-resistant & gleaming, the two of us
up early, watering in record heat. Me in my cloud-<\/p>\n
colored robe misnaming the flowers,
hoping to see you beam. Good morning, Fernie Sanders.<\/i><\/p>\n
Little Pothos Bill. Rise & shine, Morgan Treeman. Little
<\/i>Cactus Everdeen. <\/i>Sometimes peril imperils itself. I can see that now.<\/p>\n
When the affected acclimate. When the veil between
backyard garden & the inferno is sheer,<\/p>\n
you learn to fix your focus on the roots. Love,
in this erstwhile fire, this halcyon season, we are proof.<\/p>\n
_______________________________<\/p>\n
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