I’m not a number.
I’m not real or rational.
You may attempt to find my sum,
but I will warn you that
I contain none of the symmetries
you might expect.
Your flower pot has something beautiful
growing inside of it is all
I want to say.
plus very far away.
I cannot stop remembering the details of this messy life.
There may be various species of pain.
By the windowsill,
the sunflower shrinks against the sky.
It is parched.
I take a sip of water.
I cannot stop remembering the details of our messy life.