I wish I were a plant
I wish I didn’t have a mouth
or a stomach
All my problems would go away
if I didn’t have a mouth,
or a stomach.
But if I were a plant
I’d probably find a way to have problems.
I’d probably avoid the sun
to stop myself photosynthesising
and I’d probably compare the symmetry
of my flowers to all the rest.
But still,
I wouldn’t have a mouth
or a stomach
and that’s the closest
I think I’ve ever come to describing peace.