The Sweetpea

Your lessons in abandonment

have finally come into use

as I forget each day

to water the sweetpea

hanging from the tree

and watch it crisp

beneath the sun’s heat,

yellowing like teeth.

I wonder if you did this too

every time you dug your heels

in deep and saw her

before me,

refusing to see blood as enough

no matter how many times

I spat it back up.



Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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