Fancy Tulips

Lizzie Derksen


the tulips roll out and in their great tongues
and spread the legs of their barnacled flames
and unfurl and fling themselves from the vase—

it is March—
tulips are five dollars

it is March—it is the middle of the day
the boy you love is sleeping
on top of the blanket
because the bed is made

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