neglect your children,
neglect your wife,
neglect your body,
neglect your life.
(i) for a heavenly garden,
roses on the vine;
pick the apple as it falls,
place it on your god's shrine.
heavenly father,
hast thou sinned?
neglect yourself,
neglect the son.
he stares, burning through you.
run.
run.
run.
(ii) for a heavenly garden –
beautiful roses beautiful thorns –
you said you'd fix me,
but you left me torn.
bite the hand that feeds,
no matter how it pleads.
heavenly father,
hast thou sinned?
as the bodies fall,
they make music.
you may play a note,
you can't refuse it.
in the meantime,
i'll cover my ears
and close my eyes,
lay down,
sit tight, and
sing, sing, sing—
"goodnight."
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dahlia
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Poetryreflections on vanity and beauty and love and fear and the cacophonous stillness of it all. © dreamsuckle 2021
