Under May clouds, despite the gallons weight of rains upon rains, she gathers Every particle of debris, she raises the stalk of her spine, her leaves are a gesture of coming, Her engorged skull bends at the sutures, she’s left her earth in a gesture of coming. And in June she double blooms so hard she faints, flops upon the concrete, The swoon of her beauty so heady every eye is yanked to see her, what she’ll do next.
She put herself out of the job
because she was not good at conversing
with all the other office girls,
discussing the minutia of each of their love lives
over and over again,
so she did her work and soon found that there was
no more work to do, so that she started doing the work
of the others, which made them uncomfortable;
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