If someone gave me 10,000 flowers, I would give 11,000 away, and I’m not sure how that maths, but I always seem to get more from the giving. I don’t ever to pressure you into vase— don’t want you to hollow or water just to hold space for the way I drip petal. I dropped daffodils at your door & then took them back before you noticed & I think maybe I should’ve never been trusted with the angry yellow springtime to begin with: an autography.