You have to understand
where I'm coming from, all right?
You see, I am this
little bright blue flower.
I am small but I am green and I am growing
up to the sun, yes, growing, though I am tiny.
And you uprooted me
carefully as all the others
when it had come time for uprooting,
but, then, you stood to a great height
I felt the impact. I know you thought
I wouldn't, but I did
and my roots were splayed out on the cement
mingled with dirt and tears.
I can cry, you see, did you know that?
And then, get this,
you stepped all over me.
Over and over and over you stepped on me;
you crushed me beneath your sole
until I withered.
And, you picked me up.
You gathered the pieces of me
into your hands,
your ungloved, ungreen hands,
carefully as all the rest when it came to dying,
and you put me back together.
I still want to ask you why,
because as soon as I had been
put back into the earth
you shut off the sun.
The god ****** sun, you shut it off.
So I withered again.
You never watered me.
I waited. I waited and I waited patiently
and I thirsted.
My roots are thin as are
my cell walls, my leaves, my membranes
and my petals have slowly,
one by one fallen to the soil.
I'm trying to refertilize myself, but
I don't think it's working.
Petals and dried leaves aren't worth much.
Eventually my tears dried up.
my voice became hoarse and thin and weak
like the rest of me.
I used to sing to the stars at night.
I am a nightflower; my leaves drink the sun
but my petals bathe in starlight.
I am a nightflower
but I am in a closet now.
It smells of old sweat and dead things.
It smells like everything you
want to forget about,
all the secrets you don't like to remember,
all the people you prefer not to know,
I'm still waiting, you know.
*Still patiently waiting.
You can come by any time you want.