the hydrangeas

in her other life
she'd swing
from the chandlier
and howl
madly at the moon.
she'd be
deep into
the wine by noon.
in another
life she'd be
on the phone all
day while
getting ready
for what
awaits her night.
in another life,
she'd wake up lonely
in a hotel room
with strangers,
but that was then
and this is now
and today it's about
the flowers, the roses,
the hydrangeas.