UNINSPIRING

by Devlin De La Chapa

I have a garden growing on my breasts-
my old man is bitching about the roses
that don’t bloom anymore

I lean over the kitchen sink
and stare out the kitchen window-

it’s going to rain and I think
I need to go stand outside
and plant my soul into the soil-

but after I wash the dishes
and toss out day old empty beer cans
along with the roach buds infesting the ashtray-

a bee has landed on one of my rosy pink petals
spring is coming on my old man’s hand
while Percy Sledge stands out in the rain-

singing