this weekend, I will tend to my garden,
after hanging windchimes where
the hummingbird feeder used to be.
this weekend, I'll hide the hatchets
in the hand-me-down plastic cabinet,
after spray painting poetry.
this weekend, I won't think about her,
nope, I will be the king of radish flowers,
and turn my forgotten folk music super loud.
this weekend will be good,
and I will play basketball,
hit the game winner and walk off.