The
stem emerges two inches above the world
Nowhere
near any area that should allow it
Elle
considers with a fingertip
Wild
life growing in a desolate place
Where
bloem are scarce, the only plant around
Surviving
from underground
Reason
of how is unattainable
Reason
of good and bad, immaterial
Her
eyes penetrated Edward
She
plucked the stem without flinching
And
he watched her toy with it pointlessly
Finally
tearing it into itty-bitty pieces
