Daffodil

No matter how many transfers
I pluck off

the ground, she will never
kiss me

on the bus
again. Valid

for 2 ½ hours. Time’s
up. Dirt on the magnetic

strip. Invalid

for life. How lame
that I am still limping

after all these years. Again,
I forget

who she is—Daffodil
or some lesser lily

of the field. Face validity
will do. Fingerprints

everywhere. I do know she’s no longer
made of glass.

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