POETRY: ALLISON GRAYHURST – Exhumed

Exhumed
 
 
Hello dead flower,
for all time now you will
be embedded inside of me.
I will love you, dead as you are,
withered like a left-out tomato.
I will cherish you, your deadness,
your smell and deep dead colour.
There – the funny shadow on the upper
wall – you killed my sun.
You left me here leaking my joy
all over the sofa.
Hello my dead flower,
let be whatever is, let it please
resume.
~
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