Even if rather luscious, the deadheaded remains
of a fleshed and boned human was not my idea
for proper stalk. But who can argue with Red?
None who values all her petals attached
to the same bloom. Red delights in peculiar fun,
best when speckled with vivid bits of blood-red.
“Chlorophyll is for leafy vegetables,” she said,
“heart and guts make the blooms grow brighter.”
Most tulips I know thrive rooting in sandy soil,
well drained, stimulated by sun, moon, rain…
But who can argue with Red? None who wants
to grow. “These roots were made for walking
in painted wooden shoes”, she said,
and we walked with Red, blooming
in borrowed flesh.