Hard to say. If flowers are symbols of emotions / it’s still hard to say.

What belongs, what goes, and which way. Did I once

What belongs, what goes, and which way. Did I once
What belongs, what goes, and which way. Did I once
feel like a tulip
feel like a tulip
bending gracefully toward its own root, its own death,
bending gracefully toward its own root, its own death,
the lower my head
the lower my head
the more beautiful? Or was I ever showy like a peony
the more beautiful? Or was I ever showy like a peony
for one wild week,
for one wild week,
sexed fully pink without blushing? What are emotions
sexed fully pink without blushing? What are emotions
anyway? Flowers die
anyway? Flowers die
not knowing. And yet our feelings lead us down that one
not knowing. And yet our feelings lead us down that one
path we only ever take, —Brenda Shaughnessy
path we only ever take,
—Brenda Shaughnessy

One response to “Hard to say. If flowers are symbols of emotions / it’s still hard to say.”

  1. Fleder waited for me this morning, waited for me to telepathy this Parading to her, and then she set with the full moon.

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