today at lunch I saw lilly - like the flower but with another l, a fake - your girlfriend (soon to be ex but you don't know that yet) she actually smiled at me - i think she was surprised i hope so - in response my ****** muscles contorted into a smile(?) more false than i ever believed i was capable of producing. it wasn't really a smile it was ******* For Ripping Her Away From Me it was I Would Like To Punch You But Self Control maybe (fingers crossed) it scared her.
This poem was written in response to my feelings of grief surrounding the global pandemic. It was April, and my Peace Lily had bloomed for the first time in a few months, and I just remember feeling so comforted by the hope of new life by this bloom. I thought, what beauty to decide to bloom in the middle of a pandemic, perhaps just to bring comfort and weep with us too.