I told her to try saltwater,
it heals everything

I’m about to soak my hand
myself, having jammed

it full of splinters
while transplanting,

never realizing it
at the time

I was so caught up
in nasturtiums

that volunteered
themselves

the pain only
announced itself

today, rubor, calor,
dolor, tumor,

always too much,
always too little,

always too early,
and always too late.