- Vol. 09
- Chapter 10
Image by John Crozier
To Be a Garden
I swapped my breakfast for a lawnmower.
The blades pushed across my tongue
and gave a taste of what it would be like
to be a garden, to lie still, to show off,
to be in the same place over and over,
to give peace when needed, to be
a dancefloor and a bed and a dinner table,
to grow, to look after yourself, to shine,
to die, to discover frogs and robins,
to feed those around you.