The Mandrake



Owls mock the strawberry
Moon. That’s my cue. Another "e"
In "red" makes the word
More liquid, like ovals I lower

My throat into. I change the
Setting to boy. They say
You can hide your daughtered
Mind, but you can’t uproot

The mandrake; the sound alone
Will kill you faster than
The crown. White brick
Deflects sun warming

What is it? lavender I turn
Into love skirting waves.
I smooth my shirt, enter the room
With a potted mandrake.

The meaning I’m trying to protect is
The heart is neither boy
Nor girl. I close my hand around
The stem and pull.