K.LEE | At Her Funeral I Fill My Skirt With Blooming | Poets Resist

Poets Resist
Edited by Benjamin Rozzi
April 23, 2019

K.LEE

At Her Funeral I Fill My Skirt With Blooming

flowers like they bloom in weapons instead of promises since she died everything wears a warning glass vases too wear their facets openly mimic crystal in the grasping din of questions mimicking their keeper’s sigh on command i flaunt teeth like razors and the clean silence of us not saying apologist shit anymore is her memory in bloom like she was also a bullet in the end and it ended us too soon i vow to blow away kisses like dandelion heads like someone uninvited like children in their school yards with their father’s guns wearing baby breaths like a crown in her hair or a plan for the future is too a promise that says please honor the roses purchased and pinned so her breast can be an empty chamber in full bloom finally obeying and overflowing her mouth the cake her full face pinned against the wall the same wall old with bullet holes where family men grew promises into lessons making vows bloom in anniversaries and every time a weapon was a promise it will never happen again the grinning face of a daisy loves her the same the morning after is not always a fist often a broad palm swings heavy like an open door hope also blooms in weapons still lilac hangs in swarms of careful statements marking the home where she buried loyalty like promises of love with family dogs still flowers bloom to say i’m sorry every time words are unspeakable there will always be a warning shot so i arm myself in iris and spend before the shell of her my eyes are blooms beneath a banner bearing her name like a warning before the years of her birth and death her dash flowered too soon like the asterisk before a trigger