one of the things that happened was
under the rose. I pressed my finger to my lips
and rosy petals fell, crusted white with thrips.

one of the things that happened was the execution.
and the doctor's head on his desk. glaceed,
heavy like a medicine ball.

during the reallocation we drained the swamp
the eggs were fed to the elders
& the pens opened up to the pastures.

 our old friends escaped and I
found a place to sit with my feet
in sparkling waters, a little foam gathering

around my toes.