Getting into the passenger’s seat
of the blue-mobile with eyebrows for headlights,
He produces an unsuspecting micro bouquet from his jacket:
I feel the leaves to check.
Feels like they went to Michael’s to buy this one:
the largest rose the size of a small strawberry,
surrounded by mini roses the size of erect nipples
and baby’s breath.
Plastic, scented adornment of a profession
a strange, surprising, entrancing confusion
given the state of his union.