and Sara thinks she's died here once before
  she's crazy
  a pop-up book of flowers from grade 4
  are driving her insane
  no-one knows why
  she's sad tonight
  no-one can help her find
    crying, she couldn't afford
  the view
  crying, these automatic flowers won't
  do
    another brick
  another window frames the confusion
  her garden blooms but Sara can't see straight
  she's drinking herself blind