Dear
Carnation,
Downbeat, dyed, wannabe dahlia
You have bloomed into the wrong
world
Condemnatory and cost-effective
Ubiquiflower, petals on Viagra
You do not wilt nor burn
Or go away, stiff for a month
I honor your scrappy cobalt folds
And greens with baby’s breath
Where you endure purple-themed
Middle school dances and sticky
Red restaurant tables, budgeted
Into the very worst arrangements
Notwithstanding, dear Carnation
Dianthus
caryophyllus
Ginger and mint and flushed
When the water evaporates
May you tumble into my grave
To fuse, colorless, in the
folds of earth
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