VIVARIUM
In the garden there’s always you
And sometimes me
You love it there in the lush and the sun
I like it less
The animals the insects the buzzing
Of pollinators in the undergrowth
Sound makes me paranoid
Even when the sound is you
Fast asleep and only breathing
On light drenched days you nap
In the shade of the warbling tree
And I sit beside you
And eat an apple
Like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do
I nuzzle into the giving sticky flesh
And dig and dig until
I meet the seed
I pluck each from the sinewed core
And drop them gently
Into your sleeping mouth
Sometimes you sputter spit them out
Sometimes you must swallow
All times you wake up
And you are in the garden
And you don’t know
About what’s inside you
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