I must be part plant, because I bloom in the springtime. The sun returns, the warmth returns, and a fizzy joy—I feel it in my chest. My headaches clear. My back straightens. While everyone around me is sneezing from the pollen, I breathe it in, it gives me life. I am reproducing. My cells are multiplying. My great-grandfather was a magnolia saucer. The sun is my caffeine.
Bloomers
Bloomers
Bloomers
I must be part plant, because I bloom in the springtime. The sun returns, the warmth returns, and a fizzy joy—I feel it in my chest. My headaches clear. My back straightens. While everyone around me is sneezing from the pollen, I breathe it in, it gives me life. I am reproducing. My cells are multiplying. My great-grandfather was a magnolia saucer. The sun is my caffeine.