Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass — Chapter no 16

Paradise is Very Fragile

Paradise is very fragile and it seems like it’s only getting worse down here in Florida we are fighting toxic red tides.

Massive fish kills Not to mention hurricanes and rising sea levels Back in Los Angeles things aren’t looking much better my tree house that had been standing for 60 years succumbed to the Woolsey fires who would’ve thought this year at 33 you would be taken out

from under me after all those years built from the ground up by hand by your very first owner.

Quiet World War I aviation pilot I tried to save you but the horses and german shepherds were more important

Paradise is very fragile and it seems that it’s only getting worse Our leader is a megalomaniac and we’ve seen that before but never because it was what the country deserved.

My friends tell me to stop calling 911 on the culture

but it’s either that or I 5150 myself.

They don’t understand

I’m a dreamer And I had big dreams for the country Not for what it could do but for how it could feel How it could think how it could dream.

I know I know -who am I to dream for you it’s just that in my own mind I was born with a little bit of paradise. I was lucky in that way not like my husband- who was born and raised in hell.

I always had something gentle to give- all of me in fact

it’s one of the beautiful things about me it’s one of the beautiful things about nature But lately I’ve been thinking that I wish someone had told me when I was younger more about the inhabitants that thrive off of paradise. That should they take too much there will be

nothing left to give.

Not everyone’s nature is good or golden

and you can’t fight what’s in your nature.

That’s all I kept thinking as we were fighting the fires

in Agoura

That I’m tired of fighting you.

Tired of you taking from me

Paradise is very fragile and it’s only getting worse and every time you leave I seem to think about the curse

bestowed upon Eve

that faithful eve

she took that bite

from that fruitful tree

You breathe me in

kundalini

on this summer night you in front of me And you take and you take and you take and you take

but you taste like the beach in a kiss

candy for my watery eyes in my veins that roll you run citrus watercolor images of serpents on orange trees quietly arise and grow sweet in my midst And I keep thinking I could do this forever

just like this

but my heart is very fragile and I have nothing left to give