On a bed of embroidered shibori cushions, you weave
together yellow roses with delicate red tips, vibrant orange
gerberas and lilac blue limonium, massaging adhesive ribbon
tenderly to your willowy frame. Lantern-lit, you feel bohemian
Stealing the show from some indie folk band, you whirl like no
one is watching until absolutely everyone is watching.
my god you look sensational: if only he’d come. You flutter
home in the garland and remove everything else first.
Your next date is another cancellation. The blooms have
shrunk into themselves. Stray pieces of tape lift to reveal their
torn edges, everything unravelling.
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