Untitled (“The Flowers in Your Bones”)

Antoine J. Hayes
Jun 12 · 1 min read

I.

the flowers in your bones
wither and die
for lack of water

you curse the rain
for not seeping through
down to the bone

II.

the flowers in your mouth
wither and die
for lack of sunlight

you curse the sun
for not prying open your jaw,
breaking through your teeth

III.

you plant your flowers
in places they cannot grow
you absolve yourself of responsibility


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Antoine J. Hayes

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Person. Storyteller. Work-in-progress. Writer of fiction and poetry. Author of dozens of books (under names A. Jarrell Hayes and A. J. Hayes). www.ajhayes.com

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