Two years gone from the vine.
She hears that
Mom once lived at the flower shop, but
She's never seen any familiar
Rose.
Soon.
She's stuck to the stranger's sock
Sole.
Something red
On the foot.
She holds the job of the
Strange. Fat. Flat. Ugly. Joke.
Remember Robin.
Maybe he never sang so.
That
One
Landed --
She loved him.
Pretty
Much everything.
Remember him
Here.
As honest a torn leaf
As they come,
She's fitting in
Nowhere,
And let it be
Known --
On the sidewalk,
She's terrifying to the
Rest.
Little girls
Collect the others in
Buckets.
-- C.A. MacConnell
