Not a Poet

Not a Poet

A Certain Person

By Sophie Strongman

They die in

like

Three days

 

What’s the point?

 

What’s the point

 

To feel joy in a moment

However long it lasts

We remember it, some people can’t

 

A garden {rose}

Three days

 

Five for the energy-conserving hoes

Thermostat set to 60 degrees

Set by a shady window

Slide it open [she’ll] love the breeze

 

That hoe?

Is me

 

And that rose?

She lasted seven days

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