In the Weeds
she looked like she was arranging flowers in her head
eyes appraising something I could never appreciate
i could tell by her silence she was mad at me
about something I had no clue
– then she left
leaving me with flimsy shoots of brown stuff
wilted cattails, bamboo stems
and thin things with bumps on them
fillers — just wispy crap
i hope she comes back
she will be in a better mood
meanwhile
i have ordered bought chocolates and roses
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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