Flower hill
by Annette Covrigaru

I could get tanned in this
Dunkin’ parking lot, rub these

eyes right out the sockets,
sunbeams might singe them

shut. It’s no coincidence dearth
& death are dizygotic in nature,

& yet, abundance kills just as
shamelessly. It stormed for

three days straight, thunder bombing
the sky, & the rainwater, with nowhere

to go, drowned my budding
garden, toddler tomatoes &

cucumbers. There is only life in this
water, I mused, gazing into the backyard

from my bed, naïve & hopeful.