what was i on yesterday at 4am?? i’m questioning that myself
i used to be a peony, pink and short and nice. i lived in a garden infested with mice. one day the nice gardener lady, whom i knew all my life, plucked my stem and took me out, planting me in her house. i was in a flower pot, right above her head, and every night she’d say the words “i love you” i’d say them back, in my head of course, and she’d tell me about her day. we went on like this for months until the faithful day. she was told that peonies were ugly, and so she threw me out. along with the comfort we had, she washed it with a spout. what did i do wrong you say? i’ve been wondering that all day, but maybe it was her, who didn’t give a reason, maybe it was her who should be tried for treason. maybe it is her who should be asked what she did wrong, for i am a peony short and pink, and i just sit in my garden.
