Shallow, etcetera

in the prescription of
suicide drugs, it says

“bloom”. death is a
kind of sprouting

and seeds must plant
themselves. it seems

tasking; a pint of
my name is poisonous

beyond repair. tap tap
pass. it isn’t

deep. really. even she
knows who is who.

simple goal: play sick
simpler goal:

bag tongues
that slander and

stone whoever blasphemes
into a dirge.

problem solved.
bloom. and pollinate.

Younglan Talyoung