In a moment of hesitation
we lay down and the kudzu grew over us.
I should have stopped sooner/short of the edge
smack up to the fiddlehead ferns and beckoning tentacles,
I should have a white streak in my hair
like JoBeth Williams had in Poltergeist.
She said she liked it, for she had earned it.
But I won't get one; it is all so middle-of-the road, and
the kudzu has me by the wrists and ankles.
This darn green stuff is so pretty.
I can see why they didn't think carefully before planting.