I need to fire up the ignition.
But I can't find the key?
A silver glimpse of shy light catches me from under the car mat.
But that's not the one? Because it does not fit.
It is stained with fingerprints, none are clear; they are all smeared into one.
Whose are they?
I need to water the plants,
But the watering can in the shape of an elephant has a gapping hole,
So whenever it fills, its blueness drowns to the force of gravity,
It seeps out of its thick skin, rather than jumping out excitedly from the trunk.,
But who put the hole there?
I opened up the green lighter, to see the dances of the woman in the flame.
But there was no fuel, no gas,
She starved and became invisible, the lighter was empty.
Who opened it and threw out her nutrition?
I lay in the garden with my face buried into the fresh, citrus grass
It's hot, hotter than usual.
Sweat drips off my arms and legs; I watch it become swallowed up by the parched soil.
The heat is burning,
There are no buzzes of insect's wings, chirps
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