Sunday, October 23, 2011

roses bought, plastic
boxes, clear, stacked
in grocery-store fashion-
could crush them
in my hand-
fragile and
malleable (modern).
the petals adorned

thebed.

could have been
for anyone, now.
love is served
in single pieces
scattered from a
hand, not thorn
bushes, drawing blood,
old as a

stonewall.






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