Wild Or Dead Flowers

I decided to go to the store one more time. I was going to pay. It’s the same life that was left over for me. Like ice cream in the back of the freezer. I had woken up early that day. I wish the corner store sold flowers. I’m ashamed. I decided to go to the store one more time, one more time. To pick up some pop from the fridge. One more time. My wallet is empty. I could pick wildflowers. Or steal dead ones from the graveyard. Which have wildly different connotations. Either way. I wish I could pay. Kicked out of the store. Going to the graveyard door. Wildflowers are free. But not good enough for me. I’d rather eat decay. After waking up early today.