The flower folded
No chance it gets any better than this
Give it up to mundanity and fights about meaningless drivel - incorrect usage of household appliances - driving me to bed in a huff on memory foam
It took us so long to get here
Back when there were no questions, only hungers
Still saving coins for the laundromat
Drawing stick figures on walls
Now, a million loads of laundry spinning
With buttons I’ve never touched
And the sunbeam stays taut
No shining sign of glory or importance, not really
Just an invisible spear on which a speck has landed and we called it centre of the universe 
The speck with science, myth, stocks, and war, taunting now
What flags, what funeral?
I rip each petal out yes it was me;
the suspense stabs me in the back.

2025