Up the Staircase Quarterly: after breakfast, the botanica
after breakfast, the botanica
the sun comes out after 18 days.
an orchid sighing on the table.
maddy makes swedish pancakes,
rose raspberry jam. i get high,
ask how she's sleeping,
try to remember how little
i know, decide on peruvian lilies.
there is evidence we agree
we are, both of us, okay.
the flowers, though dear &
doomed—
heavenly