IX - EAT THE FLOWERS

written by delikately

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EAT THE FLOWERS

by delikately

sometimes i think about dying in my bed how i licked the red off flowers and threw the rest away a crow landed in the kitchen started pecking at the wallpaper eat the flowers before they eat you eat the flowers before they eat you they look so harmless ’till they start telling the truth sometimes i dream out loud say things i don’t remember i used to like my sleep more than anything awake i put dandelions in a mug the florist said they were “culturally significant” eat the flowers before they eat you eat the flowers before they eat you they look so harmless ’till they start telling the truth the bouquet was on the floor then stuck to the ceiling with tape someone whispered in the hallway they’d been waiting for this neighbors peeked through windows pretending not to watch eat the flowers before they eat you eat the flowers before they start judging you eat the flowers before they eat you eat the flowers they won’t forgive anyway

Of hearts and graves

by delikately

everybody wants to know if they will end up alone in the end everybody's gotta pay their bills they gotta go to work everybody's got something that kills them and some of them even get paid for it i count the stones one, two, three hearts buried beneath the dirt all we want is a place where hearts aren’t mistaken for graves in a world that only serves disgrace it’s too much to ask every day you learn the rules you learn the games search for fools to tell you it's not too late everybody walks through rooms folds themselves in corners pressing their shoulders into walls just to keep from cracking everybody carries hand-me-down sorrow sometimes sets it on fire just to feel a little alive i count the stones one, two, three hearts buried beneath the dirt all we want is a place where hearts aren’t mistaken for graves in a world that only serves disgrace it’s too much to ask every day you learn the rules you learn the games search for fools to tell you it's not too late shovels scrape against the past footsteps hollow ringing off the walls candles tilt their flames trembling like the last words we never spoke of hearts and graves we wander alone all we want is a place where our hearts are not mistaken for graves in a world that only offers disgrace that's too much to ask for every night you find a place you take your rest you lay down in the grave and hope you don’t wake up in the end.

In the event of a blue moon

by delikately

the neighbors keep their telescopes pointed at the wrong horizon they said it’s once in a lifetime i said so is eviction don’t say my name unless the sky turns navy too in the event of a blue moon i’ll finally read your letters the ones stamped “return to sender” with smudges i don’t remember in the event of a blue moon i’ll apologize, to no one in particular we’ll declare it a national inconvenience the contract read: “in case of light unfit for human eyes” i checked the box that said i’ll laugh when i survive this clause only activates when the sky takes the wrong shade the orchestra misses its cue the mail arrives already postmarked twice invitations turn up pre-opened and everyone swears they didn’t read them don’t trust the night it likes to exaggerate in the event of a blue moon i’ll pretend i believed you the first time we’ll legalize pretending it’s fine in the event of a blue moon we won’t remember who we lost in the event of a blue moon i’ll sign where it says 'witness'.

Please advise

by delikately

he’s the kind of boy to spend the summer building lighthouses on dead-end bays she drives the coast every morning chasing a glimpse of what she’ll never have minutes pile up each one heavier than the last i can’t tell if you need me or if i’m just in your way should i stay or go? please advise is this love or a bad habit? say something anything just don’t leave me hanging i’d be lyin' if i said it wasn’t love at first sight i just wish you could feel the same but it feels like you don’t, you won’t, you never will ooh she can’t believe her luck she thinks she’s in love but she’s just out of touch he says “their plans are better than mine i never know what to do with my time won’t you give me a sign? i just need a sign that you won't be mine minutes pile up each one heavier than the last i can’t tell if you need me or if i’m just in your way should i stay or go? please advise is this love or a bad habit? say something anything just don’t leave me hanging i’d be lyin' if i said it wasn’t love at first sight i just wish you could feel the same but it feels like you don’t, you won’t, you never will in a perfect world i have it all trophies, accolades, glory no obstacles unshackled but it only happens when i’m sleeping should i stay or go? please advise is this love or a bad habit? say something anything just don’t leave me hanging i’d be lyin' if i said it wasn’t love at first sight i just wish you could feel the same but it feels like you don’t, you won’t, you never will ooh she can’t believe her luck she thinks she’s in love but she’s just out of touch.

Guest of honor, None of whom arrive

by delikately

i laid out the silverware polished till my hands were raw folded chairs in military rows place cards with names no one claims the emcee clears his throat again and drains the glass meant for the absent we clap at the wrong times ‘cause silence feels expensive i’ll raise a glass make a toast to absence bow to the silence it never bows back we crown the vacancy with paper party hats guests of honor none of whom arrive the toast spills early plastic champagne fizzing on the rug a quartet plays for chairs thick with dust the violinist holds one note calls it an overture the cake caves sideways nobody moves to fix it a teleprompter scrolls in a language i don’t speak i mouth them anyway what else are lips for? security checks the guest list crosses off the air someone snaps a photo nothing in the frame i’ll raise a glass make a toast to absence bow to the silence it never bows back we crown the vacancy with paper party hats guests of honor none of whom arrive the toast spills early plastic champagne fizzing on the rug invitations forged on typewriters without ribbons wrong dates, wrong time zones signed “yours insincerely” spotlights burn the empty stage a confetti storm falls upward nobody catches it we toast to ghosts raise glasses to the void guests of honor chairs left empty guests of honor the party drags on “thank you all for nothing.”