Community Garden For Lonely Girls
redux/remix after Christine Hou
No fancy men dare
climb the fence.
All the women show up
as birds in photographs;
we use the negatives to mulch
each rotten & invasive species.
Pennies make the pond bottom a sun.
Razor blades dot the driveway with fickle stars.
Mania, spells, & ordinary feelings all grow here
as tangled vines. I have no place in my own dreams.
My goodness is dimming, has become a cat
winding between the ankles of another’s love.
I am alarmed by the dangerous curve of its back.