a man should die gaunt,nnand not bloated and overdone,nnthere should be new words hidden,nnin the shadows on his face,nnand like a wine glass, in a perfect pitch, he breaks,nnnnwe're being dumped into order out of buckets of sea salt,nnwhat was the first condiment?nnnnbut always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel,nnor we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't nnnnflowers are how plants laugh,nnand not by joke or to ridicule,nni never saw my parents,nntry to make a thing like mennnnin time in the bathroom mirror,nni learned to accept my body.nnnni got jumped into living by a coven of midwives,nnunder a dracula-caped eclipse,nnlike cutting through watermelon meat with a wire,nnyou shoot sick from the hip and never miss.nnnnall the things inside me i assume,nnare doing what they need to be doing,nnnnand always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel,nnor we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't.nnalways one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel,nnor we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't.nnnnlooks like a sky for shoeing horses under..nnlooks like a sky, of some kind