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.

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