this is one of two operational windmills left
in the ceremonial county
they're always up hills
and they're always either last seen or known demise
like a possibly extinct bird
you just keep blending
if it doesn't look good
or you buy a more expensive brush
or powder
when you're not the one naturally pretty partner
well, it's cactus growing season, here
where they're not supposed to grow
it's a relapse of sorts
it's root rot in a pot
a new shoot saved
but my dress zip waits
at the anatomic equivalent
of where you apply my cat's flea treatment
external dependencies
of sorts