i wish that the flowers would
grow out of my head instead
of the straw colored hair that
occupies its current space
on top of my head

you see

i am not beautiful but
the flowers
are

they would call me floral
and i would sing
and cry

i would be so happy if
the flowers grew on top
of my head

i would fertilize instead of
lathering
and
rinsing
and
repeating

i wish that
every flower that
has ever existed
would
grow on top of
my boring
head