Planting Trees

If I accept,  will you build me into your cobblestone patio  let me dig my fingers into the earth  to fill every crack with the green that seeps out from underneath?  Will you bury me and all our secrets in your garden  so no one can distinguish between  the seeds that plant peas  and the…

The Garden Within

I don’t want  to hold onto you anymore, said the voice in my head Oh, but you will regardless, piped my heart, kneeling in a garden of flowers plucking out the weeds one by one.