Center of Gravity

Spring has come and gone. 10 songs of the season as types of flowers.

a discarded plastic lei on a sidewalk in west hollywood

p i x e l a t e d f l o w e r

baby’s breath

a holographic flower you’d visualize while tripping

a rose drawn with paint marker onto a pair of dirty Converse in 2008

a four point steel star

that one orchid that doesn’t need the sun and feeds off fungus instead (I looked it up it’s called a rhizanthella)

an exasperating, overpriced bouquet given at a sorority formal

a bruise that looks like a flower

the residual fragrance of a cheap floral perfume spilled years ago