The flowers you bought me are about to die

Sunrise filled with empty passion: losing sight of why we wanted.

I can be more vague. We have not spoken in weeks so I forgot

laughter, how yours sounds. The tulips bloomed unfortunately beautiful

even without desire. Sunlight from the window warmed her heads. Thin green

necks heavy

coated with black pollen unfurled at once.

Each of her faces opened away from the wall. I didn’t notice the water in the vase yellowing.