False Flowers
By Anne Stevenson
(for Caroline Ireland)
They were to have been a love gift,
but when she slit the paper funnel,
they both saw they were fake; false flowers
he'd picked in haste from the store's display,
handmade coloured stuff, stiff as crinoline.
Instantly she thought of women's hands
cutting in grimy light by a sweatshop window;
rough plank tables strewn with cut-out
flower heads: lily, iris, primula, scentless
chrysanthemums, pistils rigged on wire
in crowns of sponge-tipped stamens,
sepals and petals perfect, perfectly
immune to menaces from the garden.
Why so wrong, so...flattening? Why not instead
symbols of unchanging love?
Yet pretty enough,
she considered, arranging them in a vase
with dry grass and last summer's hydrangeas
whose deadness was still (how to put it?)
alive, or maybe the other side of life.
Two sides, really, of the same thing?
She laughed a little, such ideas were embarrassing
even when kept to oneself,
but her train of thought
carried her in its private tunnel through supper,
and at bedtime, brushing her teeth,
she happened to look up at the moon.
Its sunlit face was turned, as always, in her direction.
The full moon, she couldn't help thinking,
though we see only half of it.
It was an insight she decided she could
share with him, but when he joined her
and together they lay in the dark,
there seemed no reason to say anything.
The words, in any case, would be wrong,
would escape or disfigure her meaning.
Good was the syllable she murmured to him,
fading into sleep. And just for a split second,
teetering on the verge of it, she believed
everything that had to be was understood.
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I had a very nice Tuesday afternoon with my friend Alice, who drove up in the late morning so we could go out to lunch at the deli, then wander around the mall together since she wanted to go to Sephora and I wound up getting Lilly Pulitzer's DC cherry blossoms t-shirt as a hometown souvenir. The mall is still decorated for cherry blossom season, so we took some photos. I'm going to miss seeing Alice in person a lot, but she's moving to Florida a month after I move to Seattle!
After we came back to the Airbnb, I organized a bunch of things that we may be tossing before we head to Seattle or we may find a way to ship -- earlier I'd retrieved the locks from the pods that held the contents of our basement after the flood -- and tried to catch up on email. Then we had pasta for dinner, I watched Voyager's "Juggernaut" with my usuals, and we caught up on Succession (Team Shiv again though probably temporarily) and Perry Mason (always Team Della).
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