Suzette plants tulips in my back, decorates my shoulders with a pulse of daffodils, the footsteps of ladyslippers

her dad builds volcanoes that erupt in his back alley. boils larva on the kitchen stove

through my car windshield cute bald women and stoned young men on stilts perform the afternoon

as alienated woman trudges through snow, carts a huge flower box - triangular and unfilled - in front of her chest, the time-&-motion man puts on his watch, preparing to calculate a minor expedition

notice the thick snake - a grey scarf - wrapped around an otherwise exposed throat. we encourage that leaked detail. butterflies anachronistic in winter