WHO NAMED THIS FLOWER?
IT BARGES INTO ALL YOUR CONVERSATIONS
IT GIVES YOU A STUPID NICKNAME WHEN YOU’VE MET ONLY ONCE
IT WIGGLES ITS STAMENS AT YOU SUGGESTIVELY FOR NO REASON
IT IS: THE AGGRESSIVELY FORWARD BEARDED IRIS
HARPY ARE YOU THINKING WHAT I’M THINKING?
BECAUSE I AM CHOKING OVER HERE.
I AM AND I AM FUCKING DYING RIGHT NOW.
She stomps into the room.
Drags Lily out of her chair and tosses her directly onto Arran.
And then gallivants off, d’ohohohohoho-ing and stroking her lovely mustache.
