Herbaceous

This entry is part 2 of 26 in the series Une Semaine de Bonté

 

Une Semaine de Bonté: illustration from the cardboard slipcase of the 1934 edition

Goatweed goatweed how you brighten
my waste places with your yellow stars

blossoming in the deep space between
my shoulder blades, where the sun’s

too weak to rise. Like any lover
you make me dizzy and anxious, I can’t

get it up any more and you play
badly with other medicines, such as

dust and pillbugs. Call me a shaman
fundamentalist, but my dry bones

have never felt more possessed of life.
In the otherworld I’m growing a green husk.

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