poem: i can buy my own flowers
A bitter and melodramatic mashup of two tiny poems in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt about being stood up. But hey, I learned that I can buy my own flowers.
A bitter and melodramatic mashup of two tiny poems in response to a dVerse Poets Pub prompt about being stood up. But hey, I learned that I can buy my own flowers.
Bitter over a teenage breakup, I wrote a tiny little poem, a tanshi. It has always stuck with me; it’s so bitter and melodramatic that it makes me laugh.
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