Monday, June 10, 2019

THE ORDEAL

I can't look around this
deteriorated world anymore,
with its overabundance of
chintzy floral patterns.

Even at their best,
these prints tend to look
pointless—but the ordeal
is much worse

when they're faded.
Take the bedraggled
poinsettias on your
dishtowels, for instance,

or the mauve roses
in their mauve rows
on those two dusty
armchairs they

found in your attic;
or the discolored daisies
in a picture I'm not
so sure I want languishing

here in my memory
much longer—of your
hand-me-down backless
hospital gown.

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