Professor Plum


For: She Who Weakened


i poured a poesy
from a jar in a field

full of two-petaled
flowers that were

not mechanical
boxes filled with

churning lubricant,
but she

had on a dead
man's shirt.

the sun was just
coming up, and

our shoes were
covered with dew.

I remember purple
plaid blankets

and her beaming.

Submitted: Monday, May 19, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

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