Fresh florals 🖤

Nancy By Ernie Bushmiller
February 13,1971

Ft the lazy heart freckles I wore to work for Valentines Day 🖤

More plants please, I need to feel the dirt under my nails.

Good Mo(u)rning 🖤

Con-cave, pt 3:

Hollow name,
Engraved
With
"Our Darling"
Because I am
Spiteful,
All, of my,
Days

Con-cave, pt 2:

Nothing
To
Save
I am
Already
Biblically-
-Familiar
With, my
Grave
Please keep, your
Memory, of
Me,
Safe
Because, I am
Con-cave
With my
Insides, only,
A shallow
Bowl, that
Contains
Just, wisps
Of, my
Hollow name,
Engraved

Con-cave, pt 1:

But-
Please!
Do
Not, try, to
Save
Me
I am, an
Open
Wound
And, I am
Glistening
There is, no
Coping
With, me
You must let me
Bleed
You
Must-
Let me
Be
For I am already
Pruned
And you
Cannot save, me
Because there is
Nothing
To
Save

Albacore Scars, pt 3:

Wrapped,
In being,
Hopeless
Thirsty, for
Closeness
And the
Pull,
Of old
Ties,
Is,
Potent
It is
Smoke
And the
Taste lingers,
On my tongue, it's a
Stale,
Cold-can,
Toast
Before, the
Width
Of the Coasts
Called to come
Home
Even though,
I still haven't
Picked up, the
Phone

Albacore Scars, pt 2:

Because, the
Way, you
Move,
Closer, to
See the
Beating core,
The, more,
Albacore-
Scars
You'll
Find
One,
Look, and I am
Stripping,
Down, to, my
Roots
To, dip
My
Toes
Into, the
Split-
Pool,
Called my
Eyes
A
Newborn,
Believer
In,
Moments
I have been so
Wrapped,
In being,

Albacore Scars, pt 1:

And, it
Was, all
Pink,
And,
Blue
And, it, was
Only, getting,
Greener
It was, the
Way, the
The, lights
Shone,
Bouncing, off, of
You
Like, a
Fever,
I am, always
Warmer
When, I'm
Alone
And yet, I am
Counting,
The
Days, down
Until they are
Short, and
Few
Because,

It's just me and all my plants making it the best we can until the sun decides to stay in the PNW past 5 pm 😤🙃

Red skies with
Dusty
Horizons
And notes of
Blue, on the
Edges with
Musty
Sweet-Scented
Guise
And I can
Taste the
Cancer lingering on the
Ridges of my
Sighs
As it's been, since I
Remember first opening my
Eyes;
What a
Time
To be
Alive