They’d rather
I report on
backyards,
not protests,
trade politics,
for pollen,
record tinier
genocides.
Just until
they can
finally say
I’m crazy
when petals
fail to rise one
sunstroked
summer,
gaslight me
under blazing
gaslit eye,
all saying
there were
never any
hydrangeas
at my house,
no lilacs
ever grazed
my mother’s
old bushes,
dismiss all
my photos
as deepfakes,
dismiss me,
horticultural
has been
hoarding
dandelion wine.
They’ll tell
family, friends,
cast memories
in plot hole.
You’re wrong
Chad never
ever wrote
about flowers.
Chad Parenteau hosts Boston’s long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His work has appeared in journals such as Résonancee, Molecule, Ibbetson Street, Pocket Lint, Cape Cod Poetry Review, Tell-Tale Inklings, Off The Coast, The Skinny Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, dadakuku, Nixes Mate Review and The Ugly Monster. He has also been published in anthologies such as French Connections, Sounds of Wind, Reimagine America, and The Vagabond Lunar Collection. He serves as Associate Editor of the online journal Oddball Magazine and co-organizer of the annual Boston Poetry Marathon. He lives and works in Boston.
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