To hear simple lines and then
than what you say
to feel …
a l L
are your words like glass doors open ing
upon a garden of extremes?
the trees, you and I.
We trimmed the hedges, we pruned
the flowers of forever,
we dived into the hedgerow maze
like a pair of magpies.
And we came out with silver smiles.
We came out with the ends of cigarettes
glowing between our teeth.
We came out like the pink haired memory of
a youth misgendered.
In the end,
We came out.