In My Garden
it has been over three years
since Hugo ripped open my body.
he planted many things.
what is there to say about a garden of salt?
fatty ripped tears all over my stomach.
my arms; blue veins spilling red.
my back; remembering his body.
his body which miraculously
in a morning.
the garden is dead, has always been
sitting in my garden,
I have attempted to flourish it up,
putting plastic pink chairs,
drinking lemonade in the sunlight
but September always comes again.
many stop through the garden,
deciding to head elsewhere
as they step over red rocks
that hurt their feet.
my vulnerability is a jagged thing.
I am alone in this garden,
much as I was alone before.
I remember growth once.
Bio: Erin Taylor is an American poet whose work has been featured at LAMBDA Literary, Cosmonauts Avenue, Scum Mag, and more. More of her work can be found at erintaylor.tumblr.com and she tweets at @erinisaway.
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