{"id":2089,"date":"2021-11-30T21:51:49","date_gmt":"2021-12-01T01:51:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/?page_id=2089"},"modified":"2021-12-04T22:20:41","modified_gmt":"2021-12-05T02:20:41","slug":"i-woke-up-i-ate-flowers","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/poetry-archive\/i-woke-up-i-ate-flowers\/","title":{"rendered":"I Woke Up, I Ate Flowers"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color\"><strong>\u00a0<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-2328 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2021\/12\/magnoliacutout-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"426\" height=\"284\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2021\/12\/magnoliacutout-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2021\/12\/magnoliacutout-1024x682.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2021\/12\/magnoliacutout-768x511.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2021\/12\/magnoliacutout-1536x1022.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2021\/12\/magnoliacutout-690x462.jpg 690w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2021\/12\/magnoliacutout-390x261.jpg 390w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2021\/12\/magnoliacutout.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 426px) 100vw, 426px\" \/><\/strong><\/p>\r\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color\"><strong>I Woke Up, I Ate Flowers<br \/><\/strong>Allisa Cherry<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color\">\u201cand may the day still remain dedicated to joy.\u201d -F. Holderlin<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color\">Those fat magnolia petals<br \/>plumped up with perfume,<br \/>I scraped the flesh from the skin<br \/>with my front teeth.<br \/>Then I polished my teeth\u00a0with the stems.<br \/>I put my nose in the dirt<br \/>and nickered like a pony<br \/>until the sun warmed my haunches.<br \/>Belly bared to the soil.<br \/>Neck bent to the sun.<br \/>It will not do to say<br \/><em>tomorrow and tomorrow<\/em><br \/>though every blind turn<br \/>reveals a new obstacle to my joy.\u00a0<br \/>When I was young,<br \/>I waited tables\u00a0until I had<br \/>enough money\u00a0for a bus ticket<br \/>to Washington. My father<br \/>couldn\u2019t stand the thought of me<br \/>sleeping upright among strangers.<br \/>So he paid the difference<br \/>and put me on a plane.<br \/>It was my first flight<br \/>and I was afraid. My father<br \/>asked his nervous daughter<br \/><em>what are your days for<\/em><br \/><em>if you won\u2019t spend them<\/em>?<br \/>Now it is evening.<br \/>And I have filled a soup tureen<br \/>full of hydrangeas.<br \/>With every spoonful I make a big show<br \/>of blowing on the petals.<br \/>What a silly pantomime this life is.<br \/>Each bit of bloom collapses<br \/>and disappears before I swallow.<br \/>I go to bed hungry. Tomorrow<br \/>and tomorrow, I\u2019ll do it again.<br \/>I will kick my heels<br \/>against every flank of the day,<br \/>click my tongue, stained with flowers,<br \/>and say to it, sweetly, <em>let\u2019s go<\/em>.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-text-color has-background has-medium-gray-background-color has-medium-gray-color is-style-wide\" \/>\r\n\r\n\r\n<p><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\"><strong>Allisa Cherry<\/strong> was raised in a rural community in the irradiated southwest and completed her MFA at Pacific University. More of her work can be found in Westchester Review and at SWWIM Daily. Instagram: allisacherry&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 I Woke Up, I Ate FlowersAllisa Cherry \u201cand may the day still remain dedicated to joy.\u201d -F. 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