you hypnotized my chickens. like me,
they follow you
around. i can feel the trees
leaning in, listening for suction in my spinal fluid,
for weezing in my lungs. you gave me
nasturtium, cucumber, sweetcorn, and i swore
i would have you for dinner.
i added heart and tongue
to our delicacy. you swore, happily,
it was the dearest dinner you’d enjoyed
in years. we are still uneven
in our footing through these soft hills.
you pull, i push the little red wagon
tussling your mended vase overflowing
with essential oils. you have massaged my spirit
into believing nothing is still
possible, everything is worth deserving.
so i keep steady and ready
to pluck daisies along the way. you whistle
with the sunshine like a songbird
bursting within.