And what do you do with all your days?
I float and scream, float and scream.
Are you frightened then?
No, freedom’s all the highs I’ve never had.
And are there flowers there?
Yes, all my favourite kinds.
I like the yellow roses best.
No thorns. I hold them in my arms
and shake and shake
until the petals fall like fragrant snow.
So you’re having too much fun
to come on back?
That’s right, I’ve lost the bag,
I’ve lost the veins. And none of it
feels like loss. I’ll not return
though love you lots.
Susan Jane Sims