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

Of pity.


Out of all the qualities in your stance:


I would just say – you’re pretty.