Timothy Gager

Issue #
January 31, 2017

Loose Flowers

You know you slay me.
I have dragon breath
which once wilted lilies

when you stuck your
flowers into my mouth.
2 AM, you say

it’s never too late:
Blossoms at a cemetery
are donated to my girl

You know that smell?
You worked at a funeral home.
Your apartment housed

full rooms of splendor.
When I stayed over I walked home
such a way, such a dead man.

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