on concrete and hippies

[Lizzie]

we awaken to the sounds
of dump trucks        cement mixers
hydraulics hissing

they should sound like failure
        my failure
to bend        to blend
to use the tree canopy as roof
the leaves as bed

children fight over a toy
that they each must have
they and no other
push pull punch scream tattle
their love for each other
is no deterrent to        mine
not when they want
not when it's               theirs
tell me how
this is not the way of nature?

you tell me to touch the nature within me—
you and your henna tattoos
essential oils        magnets        crystals
and hemp everything
you tell me
allow the primal to guide

but if i'm honest
the trucks' rumbling sounds like assertion
instead of apologizing or moving to the side
sorry—so sorry

i'm not sorry today

i breathe deep the sound of
control        a concrete anchor
because this is where we'll stay
here and nowhere else

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Looking to see if I should pursue this one or if it's yawn producing.