I will wear this vulnerability if you ask me to
I am not concerned about finding traces of it beneath my eyes in the morning
And days later
I’m not yet sure of how I want to grow
Which objective I want to direct my elongating stem and unfurling leaves towards
Can a flower bloom in a pressurized environment?
Does it enjoy the sunlight if it does?
I spent so much time wishing away the cold, but am finding the heat to be equally unbearable
I do not wish to plot my retreat
But I would like its facilitation
I still daydream about how it might feel to be ash