yes, these are (paper flowers)
latin
america (twisted)
into plastic fronds
(lying) still
above my heart,
giving up
before
they
start to melt,
puddles of petals
laid down
(dogs barking)
life giving
into you,
holding on.
i fill these vases
with
memories (hollow thin)
false(hoods)
and
hold them up
for
you to see, (for you to photograph)
for you to
idolize (and break),
forever...
i
hold them up for you.
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