Another Two Days
The roses I bought you
are curling black at the tips
like they belong on the cover
of an album by an emo band
but I think we can get
another two days
out of them
They lasted a whole week,
just $9.99
plus tax
but hey
just $9.99
a whole week
I always feel weird
buying red roses
at Safeway
What will people think?
They’ll think I fucked up
and need to apologize
Or that I have no
imagination
or patience
and red roses are
all I can come up with
But you said you like red roses and
you seemed delighted
when I walked in the door,
red roses in hand,
kind of like the way
you seemed delighted
when I walked in the door,
years ago,
empty handed
and hey
just $9.99!
Poetry Month 2018
I’ve resolved a few times to write a poem a day during the month of April, and I actually succeeded once. I’m again trying it out. No idea what each day will bring. Some light verse, some politics, some “oh shit I didn’t write anything today” haikus. If you read one and feel moved to comment, please do. If you want to share your poetry, please share!
PS: Today’s poem prompt was provided by actual real red roses
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And just like the roses you had delivered to Maria after you came home to Connecticut for Christmas before you were going
together; except I know they cost more than 9.99 and I am certain weren’t from Safeway.