A single red tigerlily grows

From our revolutionary smurf

I don’t ever sleep with a watch,
But I awake each morning turning
Over my wrist to inspect
My delicate green veins.

I owe it to them
        to lift up the covers.
Slather toast 
        with peanut butter.
I suck some off the edge of the blade,
         I will not decompose today.

Nothing is wrong, I am happy.
Gliding through the sped-up city,
There’s a lawn 
        Grown full of mushrooms.

So I lie there. 
        Something must’ve died there.

But from a green corner
        a single red tigerlily grows — 
She’s seeking sunlight
        drinking sunlight
Eating sunlight
        dreaming sunlight

Elaine Cheng

our revolutionary smurf