tomorrow.

the frayed
pink petals
on yesterday’s

carnation
smell sweeter
now

that its
bent and
decaying
head has

been too
long
without
water:

snapped off
mid-sentence(d)
from its
green and
supporting
stem.

the secret sugary
liquor of
it

raises freely
like the reflection
of a phoenix

ashes un-needed.

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