"amorphophallus" poems
Like an Amorphophallus titanum she has become. Desiring to be the queen of the garden, or dreaming to embellish the gardens of Japan. Sometimes pretending she’s dressed in pastels and sweetness. “Magnolia”, she cries to me, I can hear the pain in her words,I see her soft tears. I look down, There’s petals in the bathroom floor. I lick her lips, they taste like Desire, she desires me,I look at her brown eyes and I see how much she wants me, she wants me to be good to her, she wants me to make her feel beautiful again, I have failed her, I know I did. “I’m sorry” I ashamedly whispered still looking at her dark sad fire eyes.
By: Massiel Gonzalez
March 13,2019
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
a corpse flower
blooms beneath
a blue moon.
stench of death
held aloft
right underneath
our noses.
once in a decade,
hang suspended—
stuck in the liminal space
between two moments.
for a hairsbreadth
we wait
on bated breath.
*amorphophallus
titan arum*.
a reminder that joy
is fleeting, a rarity
eclipsed by twilight.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC