You Really Seem To Think I’ll Miss You

by Khalypso

and that’s true, kind of.

but never more than

the sound of my own voice.

never more than giving

all the things i love

about myself to a

more deserving husk.


i shouted down

an entire battalion of

carnivorous orchids.

they were like you—beautiful

& presumptuous

& arrogant


that because they

were pretty i would not

blow my indulgent breath until

they were but stem and root.

how do you think that turned out?

didn’t you ask me

why the summer field

was greenless & naked

as we drove by it?