I Buy My Monster Roses
Though the people on the internet help too.
They send money by pressing a small button
on their screens. It would be disingenuous
to claim all the credit — we can’t heal
or hurt alone. I sniff the tops of the rose heads
like a newborn’s scalp — fresh skin and hair
only a few days picked. I try to arrange the flowers
on my bed, create a romantic scene
like all the 90s rom-coms I still watch. I’m stuck
in the past, I know. I’m stuck in the present,
I know that too. I thought the roses
could be a cure, and maybe in a small way
they were, each petal I plucked so gently
from the stems gave in to me.
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