Curated by Deirdre Kessler
Tulips (a week after)
She had put tulips on the table
serrated edges, lacy cups
a shade of red toward vermillion.
I step closer, peek into the silky petals,
the stamens inky powder smudged
mascara-after-tears into each centre.
Underneath this black dress my skin prickles
as though I might suddenly see her standing near.
How curious not one bright petal has fallen.
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