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the literary equivalent to ikebana

  • Abbie Doll 
  • 1 min read

picking thoughts like flowers
prepping my bouquet
wondering is this all
—a poem really is?

composting buckets of trauma
feeding the piggish worms
trying to make better dirt
& make myself fertile

can’t manage fickle orchids
(though I’d love to)
dandelions are more my speed
not a lot grows here

even less, blooms.
I’d hire a florist,
but I bet they’d quit
& hunt simpler work

who wouldn’t?

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