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?
Abbie Doll (she/hers) is an eclectic mess of a person who loves exploring the beautiful intricacies of the written word. She resides in Columbus, OH and received her MFA from Lindenwood University; her work has been featured or is forthcoming in Door Is a Jar Magazine, OPEN: Journal of Arts & Letters (O:JA&L), Black Fox Literary Magazine, among others. Follow her @AbbieDollWrites.