Floral
I am floral.
Boisterous.
Petals come to mind.
But also-
The weird hat in the back of my closet.
Gives me photos.
Mirrors that aren’t supposed to be mirrors.
Being free like a coupon.
Floating like a puddle.
I am floral.
The smell is like the smell of a speck of sand.
Nothing.
I am floral.
Petals are things you can pluck but can’t do much about.
Some types of things grow back.
Some never stop.
If a flower were a speck of sand, it would last.
Has a smell, but is small enough.
Small.
Anyway.
I am floral.
The mirror backs away.
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