19th May, 2025

flowers again, but these ones don’t smell like anything, just sit there in the glass vase with red hearts like they’re watching me,

pink petals loose and dreamy, purple ones like little explosions,

I almost knocked them over reaching for the kettle,

sunlight slicing across the table like a knife,

I thought about calling someone, didn’t, just sat down and stared instead,

wondering if this city grows these kinds of flowers

or if someone just imagined them and they started growing anyway