Let me be your sunflower
Breathe me in each morning before you've even cracked open your eyes
Pick me from the soil and tuck me safely behind your ear
I want to be your yellow
Your sweet smell, hot burning sun rising
I'll be your happy pill
Smiles sliding down your throat leaving an everlasting lump
These days, it feels like the more I learn the less I know
But you have become my sunflower
My breath of fresh air, dirt underneath my fingernails
You are the heart of the flame
My glass of orange juice at 9 AM
My sweet numbness
From a world that is only gray.
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When R.C. Taylor reached out to me to offer to send me a copy of her brand new chapbook to read and review, I was so excited! (Also a bit nervous, to be honest, since book reviews are not something I have previously published on Vocal haha)
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