Still Life with IrisesJenni Russell
Flabby flowers stuffed in a vase, fat on life. Flabby as words like involuntary. Theatrical queens, perfectly woe in their wilting. We all have an eye to cut, to hold in our palm light as a peeled boiled egg. Irises lock and tangle like the syllables in magnificent. Irises pivot and quake. Irises fake violet. Irises, open your mouths for the bees.
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