Look at the mountains coming out purple and
hazy
Like they don\'t know about
Christine\'s uterus
Look at those stars glimmer
and glow
Like they don\'t know about
the scars on Chloe\'s legs
Look at that tree by the river
sucking up water and reaching for the sky
Like it doesn\'t know about
the burned down houses and dead end streets
She works in the yard hour by hour
but the weeds always
come back
and she talks to them
as if they knew something
we don\'t