 Lauren Saxon is a Queer, Black poet and engineer living in Portland, ME. She loves her cats, her Subaru, and spending way too much time on twitter (@Lsax_235). Lauren is Editor of Glass: A Journal of Poetry, and her work is featured in Flypaper Magazine, Empty Mirror, Homology Lit, Nimrod International Journal and more. Her first chapbook, "You're My Favorite" is forthcoming with Thirty West Publishing. Selected publications can be found on her website, www.laurenMsaxon.com WHEN I TELL THE FLOWERS HELLO, SHE KNOWS
— After Paige Lewis that i am talking to directly to Her i’ve grown weary of saying the phrase you left us though it was your choice, of course, to leave alternatively— i acknowledge that your decision was actually a simple change in residence that these days, instead of merely one body, you call every shade of purple home sometimes in sunsets, but more frequently in the flowers that i find, conveniently scattered amidst my path i am walking to work and there you are blooming oh hey, my love i say to you, in particular sometimes i pretend to be annoyed to be frustrated to see so much of you yes? i ask, what do you want this time? always with a smile in my voice even when you were alive i remember how much you loved attention and while this has become our routine i am often shocked to see you in places where nothing should grow to see you on days when there is no sun when i want, so badly, to join you there you are— saying Hi in a voice that is somehow, softer than the bellflower petal itself it stops me in my tracks and with a deep inhale i realize this is the closest I can get to you next i hold your home directly in front of my face so close that it sometimes brushes against my nose now & then in a different realm, you are standing just inches from me and this is my favorite part-- when the flower flutters gently in the wind i rush to inhale what must be your breath saying hello, once more
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