Walking Out

Do not give me a shrine. 
Not for me. 

A no-name. 

Between hollyhock and 
rose, I like the 
laltern. 

I am not a savage, 
mangling, the bush. 

Happy hormones, 
I am coming at peace with me 
but no opioid sleep. 

Thumbs-up for my failure 
to become a joke.