She Said Something

there are people who talk over other people

for fear they’ll miss their train—their watch set for 5 billion years from now—

when the sun will explode with all admired yellow vases in camouflage.

we implore the gardens, my life is fleeting

do not disappear. a man says, my wife is crazy,

or is it that, she simply can’t hear? the blooms, the

superlative man and the interrupters (i’m sure i’m one)—all socks,

hanging neatly on the line.