Honeybadger

Honeybadger

A Poem by Jene'e

I pick the most beautiful flowers

from the side of the highway

it’s illegal, you know

and I spend hours arranging them into a bouquet

making sure the heights and colors go well together

and when I’m sure it’s perfect

I realize that I am hungry

a new kind of hungry

starving

and the tears that stream down my face

the gagging and stomach cramps

can’t stop me

from devouring each and every flower

and I’m so embarrassed

because I know you can smell them on my breath

no matter how much gum I chew

© 2012 Jene'e


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well I like this piece. it feels both ephemeral and earthy to me. I don't know too much about the technical side of writing to say any more than: I like this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Jene'e

11 Years Ago

thank you :)

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musician/singer/songwriter/writer/poet. I don't know how to talk about myself. Reading my writings will tell you more about me than this paragraph I'll struggle to write. Some of my poems on here are .. more..

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