Oleander Poem by JAY WALK

Writers live on Neptune
wishing for our children
to fall in love because
we couldn't,
unbeknownst
that you only remember me
on the days you hate me.

I weep
for you're everywhere: in poems
that yearn for greater suns,
and the earthly remains
of spaces forgotten
by children of silent wars
doomed to carry hell within.

I weep
for we can only love each other
as misfortune and
daughters who love their mothers too much
or nightshade
and warm pepper's Earth.

I weep for
you cannot save me
and yet
like warm April showers you
rain,

Like warm April showers

you reign.