When a bouquet of flowers by Francine Witte

white and fragrant as it is has to take the place of a man who called all slippery with excuses, and you know better than to believe them because love is a pinch and you’re good with that, and you know it’s nothing serious, but then you remember that they also send flowers to funerals and is that what this is, and he just didn’t want to man up, didn’t want to hold the casket, pallbearer-like, stiff as a soldier, legs strutting forward like the tick-tock of time that ends us all, and no matter how pretty the scent, how soft the petals, velvety almost, the minute you take a deep, sweet breath and try to forget all that, your nose will start to tickle, allergic to hurt as it is, and you won’t be able to help but smell the death of love. 

Francine Witte is the author of four poetry chapbooks and two full-length collections, Café Crazy and The Theory of Flesh from Kelsay Books. Her flash fiction has appeared in numerous journals and anthologized in the most recent New Micro (W.W. Norton) Her novella-in-flash, The Way of the Wind has just been published by Ad Hoc Fiction, and her full-length collection of flash fiction, Dressed All Wrong for This was recently published by Blue Light Press. She lives in New York City. 

1 thought on “When a bouquet of flowers by Francine Witte”

  1. I really like the way this sneaks up on you. Or me, actually. Shades of e.e.cummings. Nice work

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