Flow Blue Flower
I’d like to be like a lovely
flower on a flow blue china cup.
Defying borders, a life that would
spill out right past the bleeding edge
of a purple bruise. A flow blue flower
resists a dark outline. Its petals seep
through walls. Oozing from a pool of
mercy, they flood the empty space
with grace. A flow blue flower’s beauty
mystifies the confining shape of betrayal’s reprisal.