Weird Weed
Zack Myers
I wish
I was
Your grass
On sunny day
Rain storm
Still warm
My chest
Is your furnace
Blinds split
Through dust
Shine on
Your silk waves
Birds nest
On your head
Twigs placed
Like strands of hair
I am
A weed
Growing
On perfect lawn
Pluck up
My roots
Severed
From dirty earth