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