We still go on diets
The unopened lilies still fall
Where the wild flowers fit into pots
Is the air that I breathe, and the smoke.
We still eat fat free
The lilies crisp in the sun
When the trees whisper from the patio above mine
Is when I smoke and when I breathe and when I fight and have to leave.
We still forgive the chocolate
The lilies tossed, a new bunch come
What the potplants above my patio drip, onto mine
Is what makes the noise in the morning, when I wake at midday.
Forever smoking
Forever fighting
Forever leaving
Forever waking
Forever breathing.
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