plum blossom

I am not asking for a life of flowers
but maybe one with less screaming.

like half a bottle gone
or an empty wallet

or something less than your woman
with himalayan conviction
saying you won't
treat her
right

or can't.




I have seen the great wall
of china, but only in pictures

including one of the edge
in a sad attempt to
bisect the pacific.

here the only boundary
is the edge of the photo.




if I were a flower I would
be a plum blossom

blooming in winter
and never having to think.

even the pictures of them
look pretty.




can you feel all the ocean
crash against a wall of stone?

I can't

not here.

not this one a.m. carving
rectangles on my screen

tracing boundaries with
one finger
as the other hand

slides down my scalp
and over my eyes.