the problem is
nothing we say
makes flowers
how anyone keeps
their shit together
is a miracle to me
stabbing stakeholders
fingerpainting on office walls
claiming worker’s comp
based on the propertylessness
of the light
“what does beauty matter” you say
wrap yourself
in the rumbling
the known and the unknown
whorls
the magnitude
of love and its half-lives
and ask again—
the problem is
life is a joke
and life is no joke
the same could be said of death
its vivid hilarious
incomprehensible
flowers