Monday, June 2, 2025

Sun fills the sky and clouds fill my head,
angry thunder rumbling in my cheeks,
as lightning streaks down my throat.
My body is certain these spring blooms
seek nefarious ends belied by their delicacy.
Ah, azalea! Ah, peony! Ah, rose!
Your pinks ring my irises and your thorns
grow tracheal, sting my insides. Why yes,
I will dare to sniff once more.