Bad Pill // Good Club

Artery “Into the Garden”

I tried to explain the best way I can
Trying to cover every reason
Why Peter and I took your identical twin sister
Into the garden

The smell of sex
Blended with the scent of the flowers
But was swept away by the wind
In a matter of seconds

Why the tears? It could have been you

Peter was weak
He wanted you more than her
But even he had written:
“You could hardly tell the difference”

When we went back indoors
Your photographs seemed then to stare
As if in disagreement with the recent event

I know very little about the distance between stars
Or about the motives of thieves
But I can always smell the summer coming
At the latest, by early spring