Image by Kathe LeSage
you have let
(for t)
you have let
the tulips
dry
so perfectly –
like wild grass
with their phosphorus
tulip heads a heavy
crimson, over muted
bodies, a lighter shade
of neglect –
resembling twisted
matchsticks
rearranging themselves
in your innocent
beer stein
.
Yi-Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits on "Heavy Doses"
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