Running into
Whole Foods
saying
no thanks,
no thanks
no thanks,
no thanks,
I refuse
to emit
or reflect
anything
but flowers.
I am
a single mind,
though
hybridized
into this urgent
avatar,
holding pistils
upright as
my petals
drag
across
the inky aisles.
Down
this throat,
gravity
grows denser,
lobotomized
into rote
fertility:
Come root
with me,
cross-pollinate
my tenser
virtues,
and we’ll
make sublime,
in our
herbaceous grip,
these shelves
and bags
and check-out
lines.
The suburbs’
discrete
geometries
will fruit
beneath
our
radiating
vines.
Maureen Thorson's first book of poetry, Applies to Oranges, was published by Ugly Duckling Presse in 2011. She is also the author of a number of chapbooks, including Mayport, for which she received the Poetry Society of America's National Chapbook Fellowship for 2006. She lives in Washington DC, where she co-curates the In Your Ear reading series at the DC Arts Center and is the poetry editor for Open Letters Monthly. Visit her at maureenthorson.com.
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