'Construction of a Last Ditch Garden' - Hobart

Step 1. 

One day, recognize your malformed loneliness like a tumor in your throat. Standing in the scabby patch of earth behind your home, sip coffee, and determine to resist via cultivation. Via flowering shrubs, water flowing louder than the pump that moves it, soil knitted to food that will nourish your body if only you remember to eat. Feel her growing in your throat. You hear her: fists beating a tattoo that confuses itself with your pulse, a tickle you can’t help but clear. Cover your mouth with the handkerchief from your sister’s wedding. Consider your options, strengthen your resolve.

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