i ask the sun too much

each plant i've kept alive so far i call my friend.

each of my friends has its own quiet prayer,

it's called how i'd like to be cared for-

for instance, from a distance, please & gently,

within reach, without expectation but this-

i will try to stay alive if you try to understand me.

one is never not hungry for all my attention-

the gift of you bending you backwards

to please me. still another's impossible,

erratic at best & unwilling to clarify-

you'll just have to learn to learn what i want.

what i want? is a room where the light finds me

easy & all that we need, we have.