
Picking Sunflowers While Pregnant
My heart, doubled, looks for the yellowest petals, the sturdiest stem. Honeybees cling to the centers like moths to a bright bulb. The air is noisy with insect music, voices fuzzy and distant. I can hear the child crying. The car tire slipping in mud. I see a woman handing another woman lemonade. Human bodies are so small on a hill, spaced between the other like destinations on a map. When I am deep within the field, the stem breaking against the shears between my palms, the flower detaching as it falls seamlessly, helplessly— close enough to hear the weeds fold beneath my feet, I know no one else can know this.
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Stunning