Poem - A while ago

Willow Beaudet
Apr 26
1 min read

Drowning in it

Each of the white flowers that fall from my bed

Each of them fringed around my pillow for a time

I couldn’t even look at them all

Such gauze and framing

Like I was to be laid out tableside

Window warmth spilled in

And I wanted you to hit me

Water me, flowers beside,

so as to deservedly drown

Tied into so many knots as the wet wicker porch furniture

I was so sick then

When the sun rose I would wash

And make coffee, and be your perfect little

Pictureframe princess

But I was never able

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