My Darling Drinker,

What if
I told you

I am a
Simple
Pond

Under
Late-stage
Capitalism?

—-

At first
Glance, I
Look so
Drinkable.

[And drink
You did]

But, little
Did you
Know
,

I have
Long been
Poisoned.

—-

At the
Time,

I did only
What my
Contents

Were
Capable of,

What my
Molecules
Were
Mixed with.

—-

I could
Offer

Nothing
More
to
You, than

Ecological
Collapse.

—-

Which
Is to say:

That harm
I did to your
Insides was

Nothing
Personal.

—-

For what
It’s worth,

I’ve since
Undergone

Extensive &
Fluid self-
Processing.

—-

Perhaps,
One day

I will even
Be safely
Drinkable

In a way
You always

Deserved to
Be quenched.

“Sorry, I Do Not Know What I’m Doing”

I was
unknowingly
waterlogging
this plant.

The
tendency
to suffocate
in place of
nurturing

comes
naturally
to me.

when it
arrived,

i sat it in
direct sunlight

causing
it’s leaves
to dry out,

brittle,

and
fall off.

i stuck those
dead parts
under it’s
living ones,

so they
could lay
together.

“maybe,
this
Could be
good for you,”

i bet it.

i went to
water it
again today,

but I
found it
[already]
swimming

in my excess
attention.

to change
my ways

i gathered
it’s dead,

lifted inner
plastic shell
from
ceramic vase;

freeing it
to breathe
again

from my
overcompensated
attempts at love,

and apologized.