Gardening carrots
necessarily means you
rip up healthy plants.
Some days it takes me
several hours to accept
that I’m still alive.
The sunshine doesn’t
always make me feel happy.
It can make me sad.
I don’t always care
that I track dirt in on my
two bare, filthy feet.
Running away from
things I love is too easy.
That includes people.
Peace is slippery--
slips in when not invited
and then out again.
Hunger goes deeper
than the tongue or the stomach.
It makes my heart ache.
After your dog dies
you pet others, and like them,
but it’s not the same.
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