Gardens
grow ruptures
and bisected shoots
of tease and envy
too
you know.
Do not place
the malformed
under a glass jar,
do not treat fractures
with tourniquets,
myrrh
and silence,
do not judge
a moth by its sister’s wings
or addiction to smolder.
There is much you don’t know.
The garden burlesques
its fallopian mysteries
to level a caste of wonders
for the curiouser and curiouser
of heart.