You know when you start
that first vine that grows
it’s kind of like you thought
but just a little bit off.
I could trim it
or put a cage up over it
maybe prune just a tad.
I don’t know—call
Martha Stewart—because
I just am thinking.
God please tell me,
what I know.
Are you having fun?
Are you happy now?
Bewitched bewildered
I am just wishing that
mmhm indeed
you are.
What if I like it?
Well shit I just did.
Judgement day will
sow me something
I am not sure what.