I feel like a flower and a tooth

hawthorn season is upon us

I’ve got pockets full of them

some sunsets spill golden milky light

the greenhouse is full of seedlings

I’ve seen multiple garlic mustards growing from cracks in the road

part of me likes to imagine ancient forests that once were

then I feel a sadness

I am mostly stumbling through

(stumbling over tasks

grinding my teeth

feeling like a flower and a tooth)