This poem is taken from PN Review 231, Volume 43 Number 1, September - October 2016.
Three PoemsSaintpaulia ballerina
Because we can’t
write this poem
together, you and I,
who didn’t like
each other,
I must write it
for you – who
will never read it.
I have, you know,
your flower.
It brings
an obligation
you couldn’t have
foreseen.
I took it
as a peace offering
after that stormy
end-of-semester.
You handed it to me
...
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