Poetry, Uncategorized


i read a story about a man
who would plant a sunflower seed
for his lover
every time she visited

his windowsill held a row of sprouting soldiers
turned towards the sun
bedded deep in old yogurt pots
and all different heights
the world’s most imperfect army

when i read the packet of seeds
it said that they were hardy
so i figured i wouldn’t need to water them
all that often

(i guess i was wrong)

the man and his lover
they lived happily ever after
the story didn’t say if their sunflowers ever grew
but that wasn’t the point of the story
after all

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