sylvie

I have a task for you
I’d like you to take this broken apothecary
Dust off the jars and replace the labels
And put them back on the shelves again

You can sort by color or family or feeling

Stinging nettle and a sprig of juniper
Dried reishi, a peacock feather and a
playing card in an old jelly jar
Or the wing of a dove

Citric acid and glycerine, periwinkle pebbles of laundry scent booster
Two withered apples
A pharmacobezoar
At last, I can sleep

There will be more earthquakes
I’ll wear my thin, red shoes
Remark on the cobbles in the street and the
knocking in the pantry and a knife in my
soft stomach

Spit it out for me
I, the 8 am hound
I am spending my youth like coin
Piling boxes high

Can you help me?
A little organization
Please,

Just wipe the water from the floor