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

 
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