a rogue seed has found its way into the beetroot and stands out fuzzy-stemmed and feather-leaved
it is jealous of the beetroot's elegant red stalk & scarlet-veined leaves
I can't bring myself to pluck it out
he wants this. he wants this. he wants this. he gets this wrong. he promises this and it doesn't happen. he gets this wrong. he disagrees with him about what is needed. I move between them all, feeling inadequate and anxious.