that she's been getting stalker flowers.
i say, what?
what are those?
oh you know, she says.
the bouquet at the office,
the bundle
on my porch.
the single rose on my windshield.
the cards and letters.
the texts.
and emails. all gushing with
love.
promising that soon, very soon,
this year,
he'll leave his wife
and be mine.
ten years of flowers, and he
still won't give up on me,
or leave her.
tomorrow is ground hog day,
i should be getting
a dozen red roses
at my house.
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