Big Weed

The echo when you break
my stem is a bitter tingle.
Do you resent the horse for loving me?
I inspire the grapevines. Bitter on your lips.
I inspire you. Watch your handwriting
for adaptability, survivor.
I am your everlasting catastrophe,
Pan’s flute, heaven in this earthly garden of hell.
The more you chop— you save me, you save you.
I multiply like a store selling
used black and white photographs