'She kept apologizing
for the petals that were
scattered all over her
kitchen floor, at her party.'
'Yeah. That was a good
party, wasn't it? But then I
heard later on that some
guy brought flowers instead
of wine and when the girl
got snotty about it he tried
to beat her up with the
rejected bouquet. He was
simply snarling, they said.
Then he got totally wasted
and passed out on the
couch.'
'Yeah. That was the guy I
saw for sure. There were
petals all over him too.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't resist. You are good.