Does anyone have a garden I can tend
instead of my own?
Mine is dry and lacks juice.
It's barely alive by now
and I am SO tired of
1) tending it
2) and pretending that it's thriving when it isn't
3) and intending to make it better when we all know the futility of that little ploy
4) and mending the holes chewed by the moths and mice of the attic of my mind
5) and wending my way through the remainder of my days in the maze.
So I ask again: can anyone lend me a garden
with vigorous soil and vibrant sun and water galore?
Probably that's not allowed.
Probably it's up to me to muddle through,
to make do,
to keep up the sham
as long as I am.
To paraphrase the Victorians,
You can think whatever you like—just don't say it aloud and frighten the youngsters.
The end.
Just what I've been talking about / waiting for.
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