watch your mouth

we tend the avatars of

god with such cruelty.

perhaps we have all

been stoned 

in one way or the other

but this is no way

to grow people. we

hold time in our

bellies 

medicine or poison

flies on our tongues

a dove

or a nightbird for the entrails

what bitterness

reaps, its hard medicine.

on nights like this

our hearts are important

so don't smash another's flowerbed,
tend your own jasmine garden