I can’t wait until they die
my daughter says to the marigolds,
a wild joy grows on her face,
because then, she says,
I can pull them apart
and spread seeds
all over the place.
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I can’t wait until they die
my daughter says to the marigolds,
a wild joy grows on her face,
because then, she says,
I can pull them apart
and spread seeds
all over the place.