Ass Flowers
Pull the flowers from my ass.
I am full of dirt.
They are daffodils.
I grew them from the pit
of my stomach
for you.
I wish the flowers
were in my mouth.
This would keep me quiet.
You like quiet.
You ask me if I’m in pain,
like you want me to nod.
The answer is yes.
It hurt growing something
from the soil inside,
but I would do anything
to be the one
you yank from.
I heard you once plucked daisies
from the mouth of a different girl
and offered them to a woman
who preferred roses.
She threw them in the trash,
with everything else you
ever gave her.
Her mouth was always closed.