On the opposite side of a dandelion
Facing the rest of us
Shaking and dreadfully silent
What did we do to make her
Abandon minds and be only summoned
By the eighty proof?
You can’t improve
At the sight of flowers shoved into your face.
Petals, striking your senses like an unwanted embrace
Out of all the qualities in your stance:
I would just say – you’re pretty.