In The Garden Of My Heart by Lori Yamamoto

heart-garden sighs petals lean like tired dancers spilling the sill drama in soft pink whispers a pixel bird loops its tiny song all night blue router light paints the leaves in insomnia drought inside me watered only by glitch tears when netflix blinks and asks if i’m still watching power cord sage gnarled root above my grave bury me here under the gentle hum of loss cracked phone screen sky clouds made of thumbprint smudges carve something small no marble, no fuss, just this: “she scrolled sweet, she liked hearts like fireflies, then pressed goodnight let the battery dream deep”