you bloomed into bluebonnets

you unclench your hand 
and as each finger falls 
a petal blooms 
from the center of your palm 
and you become a flower, 
a bluebonnet cradled 
between your knuckles,
as you brush it across my face 
each petal whispers of soft moments
along my cheek 
and my eyes close,
becoming a part
of your garden 
blooming from your body

i planted Texas wildflowers

i planted Texas wildflowers

along the insides of my thighs
and soft skin of my stomach,
grown bluebonnets on my forearms
while Indian paintbrushes bloomed red
down my nose,
pink evening primroses sprawled
across my cheeks, brown eyed susans
flowered on the ends of my eyelashes,
soft blackfoot daisies blanketed my breasts
and tiny yellow tickseeds
sprouted between my toes

my body became a field,
covered in roots and blossoms,
and bathed in thunderstorms
and pollen until
it no longer resembled
limbs nor skin, forgetting
all thought and remembrance
of what was once my name
Day 14 of Na/GloPoWriMo

The titles of poems I would have written you

I named every flower after you
Your name grows gardens in my ears
I bathed you with sweet basil
You wore a crown of hydrangea petals

Forget me not in the foxglove fields
I lined my bed with snowdrop blossoms and prayed today
Turmeric tea is forbidden in houses of mourning
I stopped writing poems about flowers

Day 3 of NaPoWriMo

Prompt: Today, we challenge you to try this out yourself by writing a list poem in which all the items are made-up names

4/2/18

I’ve been planting flowers in my nail beds,
but they keep dying
because I can’t stick to a consistent
watering or hand washing schedule
or remember to eat,
so I’ve been spending all my time at the nursery,
hiding between the marigolds and bluebells,
hoping someone will confuse me for greenery
and plant me in their garden
or at least in a pot on their windowsill.

 

Day 2 NaPoWriMo