The Virus Dubbed undetectable, I can’t kill The people you touch, and I can’t Blur your view Of the pansies you’ve planted Outside the window, meaning I can’t kill the pansies, but I want to. I want them dying, and I want To do the killing. I want you To heed that I’m still here Just beneath your skin and in Each organ The way anger dwells in a man Who studies the history of his nation. If I can’t leave you Dead, I’ll have You vexed. Look. Look Again: show me the color Of your flowers now.
