The Sagittarius

Daffodils

4/26/14:

You irrigate your anxieties like they're the peonies in your courtyard garden,

but they will burn out.

I promise.

Some will tire of you while others will corrupt parts of your heart and

engineer pocket-sized catch 22's in your blood vessels.

Know, I would extract every one of the nightmares wedged in your fleshy cells

if it was what you wanted.

You kiss the universe with mouthfuls of bloodless herbs.

And they spill out the side of your jaws, eroding your lipstick.

But, I want that job.

I want to plant trees in you that you learn to love.

I want to teach you how to love yourself,

as you've taught me to venerate you more than Reverie Lagoon and Winona films.

I'd much rather you adopt Narcissus' myth and fall so in love with yourself,

you are blinded by your own flowers,

than drown in what you believe makes you unbeautiful.

That's why I chose daffodils.