whirl me around
in your lips
chew me up
and spit me out
with your harsh angry syllables
and i will tumble off your tongue
rolling and rolling
across the linoleum
until i reach the
door
i want to bloom like a flower that has not bloomed i have not bloomed
yet.
and i dont know if i will ever what if i am not like all the flowers that have come before what if i am not a late bloomer but a never bloomer a not-bloomer