you said my cheeks were hydrangeas
and that’s why you wanted me.
I licked my fingers and held them
up to the sun until they burned.
what glistens is mine. this is like that time
when I decided to go. like the time
you found the lilacs of someone else’s
neck. I told myself that bad things happen
to good people. There was nothing left
to do but burst into a morning glory.
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