If anything
take me as a lesson
take me as i am
wrap me up
in linen
and keep me away

cowered under crutch
you never asked for much
and i never gave

in my first person poetry
the words switch their places
and replace
their traces
with syllables
and type

but it's all hype

green like the garden
but, brown took the flowers
and i'm stuck
watching, listening
for hours