wild raspberries

i used to grow

wild raspberries

but you didn’t care for the chaos

of thorn and bramble

when i became your piece of property,

a squared-off

subdivision

of me

you wanted me to grow grass

so you tilled and you tamped

and you seeded my soil

with your image of beauty

individuality renounced

conformity blessed

dandelions disallowed

even this yellow attempt to create

in the way in which i was created

choked

herbicidal rain

artificial food

mechanical insemination

so i did what you asked

i grew grass,

a profusion of lush greenery

which you

relentlessly

cut

so flawlessly neat

so perfectly tidy

toilsome chore of control

but i used to grow

wild raspberries

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