gardens

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.

 

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