see me sitting in the japanese bamboo out
way beyond the pool, the patio, the weirdly green grass outside the french doors.
i got one of your man’s little whiffle golf balls and i made a doll of it–
ain’t she pretty?
got your gardener trying to kill the knotweed, but hey,
when the tennis court cracks and heaves up from the bamboo roots beneath,
he’ll take to drink and stop showing up for work.
see me sitting here, waiting in the stalks.
see my wild red hair and the way i smile.
a night will come when the gin won’t work.
then you’ll leave the security system off and i’ll be there
with a kamikaze white bandana around my head
and i’ll stay until the rising sun.
then i’ll disappear; you’ll never see me again,
and the tiger stick will be all you’ll have to cure the ache that i’ll leave behind.
this is my revenge,
my red-haired air raid, my way of getting you back
for all the times you thought you were too good,
to blink your designer edition eyes and
for Hannah’s Transforming Fridays challenge at Real Toads. I have written about Japanese bamboo (fallopia japanica), which is not true bamboo but bears the name, as well as others like sally rhubarb, tiger stick and knotweed. It is considered an invasive species and is extremely hard to eradicate, as my old neighbor discovered when he tried to kill the grove that stood behind both our houses. Me, I watered mine and loved on it like it was my baby. My small dog Alex used to go back in there and hang out, like he was king of the bamboo forest. He was!