dream # ____

daisy head maizey
tumbling Christmas cactus
poured over my shoulders
sprouts of wheat
amidst amber curls
I had clovers sprouting from my scalp
a horticulture of symbolism
a garden growing from my very brain

what an obvious metaphor that I cannot seem to untangle

except that by the end of the dream
they told me it was “inappropriate”
unseemly for a lady
to have such wild, untamed thoughts
and made me pluck out the garden
growing from my mind.