the old lady who killed my pumpkin plants, a grower of beautiful flowers herself, told me her husband died a year ago
I’m sorry
I would cut down
my big beautiful blooming sunflowers to take away your pain and loneliness I would shovel your driveway for 10 years of winter
if it meant you could stay in your house out of the “senior citizen home”
she told me she just bought a new boiler
oh the maine winter will come and kill so many
old people
old woman,
take my pumpkins, the winter would have come for them too
you can have my garden
you can have bouquets of sweetly blooming sunflowers, their petals of silk and a thousand eyes
will keep you alive