There was a time I had a flower in my mouth,
but I didn’t put it there. This guy did.
He stuffed it into my mouth and made ocean sounds.
It wasn’t a flower, it was a sock. It smelled like beeswax,
and also like a sock. The room replenished itself
with dark smoke when he was done.
You’re so much fun, he said. Do you want to get dinner?
I tried to answer, but there was a flower in my mouth.