Flowers

Flowers

You used to say that picking flowers
was like pissing
an orange moustache
onto the Mona Lisa.

Those are your exact words.

You said picking a flower
was like that moment
on Christmas night
where your dad unplugs the lights
and the room changes back
to your boring old lounge.

Anyway, even after you'd said all that
you still slept with Paul Morrison
and when I asked why
you said,
'He bought me nice things and YOU never did that',
even though he only ever bought you
a bunch of flowers
and a
gift-wrapped
threepack
of condoms.