Taurus (feminine)

by Adrian Shirk


Like a hyacinth crushed

in the mountains


by men shepherding

albeit in its early forms,


she fell asleep

after quite a while


two hands folded.

I bite my tongue, not to bark.


Sugar, pasta, tomato, potatoes, cheese—

task listing, anger floods my chest.


But as we clean,

lying trampled on


the earth yet

blooming purple—


No need. Remember, no need.

I will clean the house.