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I sneak through the cracks, My thick, shapely stem Curving toward the sunlight, My head defying cement. I look around me Thinking I am one of many — Our seeds were dispersed At the same time. But Daisy has blooms, And Rose has petals, And bees feed in Lily's yellow-dusted center. No insects reach for my nectar. No humans pluck me for their bouquets. So, I grow wild and strengthen my roots. I may be an unwanted weed, A scrappy dandelion, But I'm not painfully waiting for you t

The buzz you create Is more bees and less cocktail. But, I am still drunk. Each kiss is a sting — and yet — intoxicating. Your venom is sweet. A fairy carries You on their wings — an omen — your pollen a prayer.

We carry each other's secrets Like illegal weapons Hidden in our jacket pockets Close to our hearts And into the backs of belt loops Close to our most private of parts. Our cold, metal protections are always loaded With bullets made of confessions, A clip filled with jealousy, And a gun powder residue mixed with resentment That we can never rub off, Marking one of us guilty. I know if my gun were exposed You'd quietly untuck the back of my shirt — But more to protect yourself