the sun was beating on my back
i could feel it in my bones.
isn’t it funny, i said, how it can be two years later and yet you’re still so bitter about something that happened?
i pulled the weed. i thought of the snake. the things about weeds is they hold more weight-
but this time, i held mine.
and even as i pulled, i did not fall.
for in the end, i must live with myself [just as you alone will live with you]
and i will stand on my own two feet.