Flower Library

by Meg Pokrass

In the flower library, she remains a tendril. Taking her father away from her mother again and again, transplanting him. Her father saying, Don’t encourage your mother’s madness, talking to her like she’s already in bloom. In the library, she is a rare orchid, the kind that blooms where it shouldn’t. The kind of flower that men take care of, but only for a while. How beautiful this flower library is, she thinks, so full of specimens that never quite opened up all the way.

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