Tuesday, January 23, 2024

dandelion

























Bled thru my pants today
and it made me think of you
how you'd see it feminist
You'd yell "Fuck yeah!" 
and make it so cool.

All these years without you
I don't know what's real
between the things we did
and the things we hoped to do
and the things we never will do.

Did I imagine you curled
in the bathroom cabinet alone
or was it drunken mirage?
Were your favorite flowers dandelions
and did we read the Vagina Monologues
aloud in Chicago where we named ours-
our vaginas, Sam and Sue?
Or were you a dandelion
intrepid sunny medicinal weed, 
granting my wishes with your
dead petals, curing me with your leaf?

That's highschool sweetheart.
Did we really share that much?

I miss you,
my gorgeous Gemini girl,
two twin souls, you were both.
Yin, I see you bite into pepper green
still dirty from your mother's garden.
Yang, I watch you cock a gun,
sure and steady explaining it all.
Take charge, as I imagined you
were on the battlefield,
even if you were just just a sensitive girl
when it was just us two alone.


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