you and i
are wildflowers
in Gods garden.

our sisterhood runs
deeper than these roots
and ties me to you.

it weighs on you
like hypoglycemia in the early morning

when i was younger
we’d just call it being low

but now the world is clinical

and full of ecstasy

tablets and pills

and acid rain to wash our fading denim

the fall of empires
feverish and marred like girlhood

i hope if you are ever stranded that you come to find me

go ahead and decay and i will rot and resurrect you.

this love is scarce
like the last sliver of light