NO FLOWER SHOULD EVER

No flower should ever

play

it

sane,

for the sake

of disappearances.

And I am not going to

supervise the movement

of air against my tongue,

lips

and teeth,

for higher pay.

Somegirl was waiting

for the lightrail at University,

dialing the memory

of everything

she’d

ever

written on the back

of her left

hand.