Blossom

March 27, 2009 at 7:04 pm · Filed under Seasons

Oh Spring, you and your sprouts, your blossoming trees, your gaudy garish symbols of yourself. You’re no welcome guest in my heart’s red igloo; the perfume on your neck is so cheaply arousing; your manipulative chicks and babies. Your peacock crowing, your clamor, fanfare….oh Spring, clumsiest of all seasons, you proud beautiful idiot, I’m a blossom of shame when I love you.

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