rub the truth against the roof of your mouth.
roll it between thumb and
finger, and hear the way it
falls apart. if it doesn’t
smoke it. if it does roll again.
the cost of building
a house is almost the same anywhere,
its the cost of the land that changes.
“look, sunflower” you say
“look, safflower” i say
fields of yellow that couldn’t be believed to bleed
the way it does, the way they each do, eventually