tansy
ovenbird Yellow like orpiment
with its arsenic sighs,
wide golden eyes,
tiny toxic suns
light the
underside of my chin.
“Do you like butter?”
asks Dandelion
smearing my face with
xanthophylls.
“Do you like blight?”
asks Tansy
eyeing my liver
with its hungry alkaloids.
Two hundred buttons
with nothing to slip through.
My ribcage won’t stay closed
with nothing to fasten it.
I spill. 		250810
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