Automatic Flowers

And Sara thinks she's died here once before

she's crazy

a pop-up book of flowers from grade 4

are driving her insane

no-one knows why

she's sad tonight

no-one can help her find

Crying, she couldn't afford

the view

crying, these automatic flowers won't

do

Another brick

another window frames the confusion

her garden blooms but Sara can't see straight

she's drinking herself blind