a daffodil, but make it white and paint its heart apricot red. tell it: you are nothing. now go tell the others the same. spread it: black marmalade, sugar burnt at the bottom of the pan. what says you were right better than i am the same? and so, i grow a white collar, a frill of grandiosity to mask the mess of burnt apricot jam you made and called whatever the nametag on my yellow coat said.
Lorelei Bacht’s poetic work has appeared / is forthcoming in The Night Heron Barks, Queerlings, SoFloPoJo, Barrelhouse, Sinking City, Stoneboat, One Art, SWWIM, and elsewhere. They can be found on Twitter @bachtlorelei and on Instagram @lorelei.bacht.writer. They are currently watching the rain instead of working on a chapbook.