she'd guessed the access code.
Amid disassembled hardware, I located and removed
my emotional investment.
New garden. No succulents.
I bang the yield in walls with a hammer.
I erect abstract sculpture the neighbors hate.
I go on, exploded,
hating inevitable outcomes
and the rattle of my seed-pod heart.
A flash 55 for my BFF.
image: from the sci-fi movie "Ex Machina"