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it’s funny, actually

you told me once that you liked the flowers that grew near the boardwalk at Hightower.
so, of course,
when your birthday rolled around,
i dragged myself down to the beach and stuck my hands into the spiny bramble and
picked out only the best, the brightest,
and when i pulled my hands out, a thorn had embedded itself into my palm.

days later, i paid a woman in a tent $15 to tell me my future.
she pointed to the mark left by the thorn, and said
oh, child, what happened here?
i can’t finish, the cut has sabotaged this whole thing!
i apologize,
i’ll give you a refund.

this is just a funny story.
i’m glad you liked the flowers.