How To Garden Secrets

Sick flutters enslave me
To a slow pain
That feels like joy

They are anxieties
Hiding in corners of sleepy shadows

They are dark lyrics
Sloshing behind my teeth

So I plant them in the dirt
And let flowers bloom
Out of my throat

Because it is better to grow
Than pluck buttercups

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