Bottled Gardens
imagine the elegant suffocation
the poignancy in crouched limbs,
stemmed necks intertwining
in curious proximity,
where personal space is
a feature of political correctness
deemed unnecessary and exhaustive
in such a progressive flower pot.
greens curls around greens,
and flowers lie lazily across each other’s petals
because in such an overpopulated bottle
they are one in the same
breathing each other’s air
sharing their share of communal sunlight
growing off of each other
growing bigger but they learn to live
life, it seems, learns to thrive
better in a glass bottle
than in open air outside