Mycorrhiza
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Today I finally
got the strength to sweep the
broken flower heads off my floor all
tubercular white and withering
against the austere room
and before i could sink into my sheets to
mourn them, my legs heaved themselves up
the hill (like before)
chased by a white 
cockroach of a shih tzu
with old-flower ears
who didn't want me 
planting myself in his 
pissing fields

just to spite him,
i found myself lying in
unemployed, happy-faced daisies
breathing hard from
the run, feeling hard from
the roots, and i didn't care
how much dog-piss was on the
dirt that sheetless day as the
rain came down like 
so many petals