Today I went to my garden
to pick some flowers of evil.
I watered them everyday
with selfish and impossible thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder what I did
to deserve such flowers,
for they are so beautiful,
yet so broken.
My garden is full of some
of my most wonderful disasters.
I wish I could annihilate
this herbal infestation,
but I'm afraid I'll never be able
to let go of these flowers,
for they are so destructive,
and yet
so inherently mine.