Distinguishing Weeds
A Poem

Trapped longing in a third-world version of my life looking for signs to reappear
or make some meaning out of the odd lightning flash Provided for but probably will just complain to the gods
that this thing is wrong needs to be exchanged instead of mixing too much
life with criticism The baring breasts hearts like ruby badges for a bullseye
scan the whole field of noise Sit and squint to separate the wind-lashed weeds
till they return with their very own brand of green yellow poison Sucking resentment
the tour de force of a legitimate drowning becoming hard to separate from gasping air
J.D. Harms 2020






