A weed is a plant out of place. Let me repeat that. A weed is a plant out of place. I find a hollyhock in my cornfield, and it’s a weed. I find it in my yard, and it’s a flower.

                                                                    Jim Thompson  The Killer Inside Me

particularly  he related to plants out of place

                                                   being one himself

Cannah etim grow ahup ike dat. his grandmother said in broken English

                                                                                                wasnt bad for a Polish immigrant

up like that

                lefthanded      Eevil

bound his hand shut when is mother left him in her care

                                                                      until one warm afternoon

when she returned home early

                                  lost her shit on her mother

they growledwent after each other in Polish voices growing louder loudershrill more shrill

one fighting for his soul

other fighting for himhis nature

 

     he was a weed

make no mistake about it

he didnt grow up evil

but he grew up something   other

                                              and doing so

     has yet to find his yard  

2218,  Tuesday,  23  12. 25

1653,  Thursday – Merry Christmas Happy Holidays Happy Hanukkah,  25  12. 25