Come Close

by Mimi Khalvati: Think how beautiful we were to start with, / clear as glass. How impossible to part with,

Overblown Roses

She held one up, twirling it in her hand as if to show me how the world began and ended in perfection. I was stunned. How could she make a rose so woebegone, couldn’t silk stand stiff? And how could a child, otherwise convinced of her mother’s taste, know what to think? It’s overblown, she …

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