single-ish
when my fingernails dig into the breathing Earth
they feel the earthworms jerk deeper into the soil.
and when my fingernails dig into the breathing Earth
they feel the roots of the flirty sunflowers
that are bumping into my scowl.
pollen goes up my sinuses,
where everything is clogged and suffocating
and in no way ideal to grow a forest of
golden
blending into lemon
honeydewed center
evergreen stemmed
sunflowers.