I tended the garden,
And I don’t know a thing
About gardens
Used a rusty shovel
To unearth some vile things.
Gently misting its weeds
Because I didn’t know
Any better
I don’t sleep anymore.
It’s always
Itchin’/ticklin’/pricklin’
And there’s
Dirt on my floor
Dirt in my shower
Dirt in my bed.
You’d better bloom
Tender and sweet,
Or I’ll salt your bed
And baptize you in kerosene.
Still
On my knees, I prayed,
Blossom,
Make the vile things
sweet and fragrant
