I cut
with my kitchen scissors
my neighbor's roses
and peonies
on a cool June night
in the full moon dark. An old
tshirt and no
bra or underwear. Barefoot
stepping carefully
so as not to crunch the
gravel
in the dark. I'm
not caught.
It was only a few. I slept
with them
by my bed and
in the morning I
undressed
unbraided
my hair
and passed by their
long stems so they touched
and brushed
my back
my belly
my hips
I bring them to my
lips and breathe
so heady
so drunk
and loose
was I getting
ready for work
or something I
don't know
or care
my good god.
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