Wildflowers
She’s checking out coffee thermoses
At starbucks
As I’m listening to jam bands
She inspects each one and is
Picky
She grabs one thermos, the tallest
Of the bunch
She is tall and all legs
She looks like one of those
Earth mother, hippie girls
The jam I’m listening to
Could be singing about
Her
She wants a container
That would
Fit in the container of the
Dashboard of her car
As she’s checking out the thermoses
I notice how white her neck is
Porcelain, whiter than bone
Whiter than the sheets
I imagine both of us
Laying on
I tell her the dress she’s wearing
Becomes her
A dark blue, with various types
Of flowers all over it
I keep imagining what this woman
Would look like
On sheets white as her
Or a sheet covered in flowers
As the jam band keeps playing
In my headphones
We’re basking in the morning light
Her body becoming one with
The flowers