February 15th - Poem by Kathleen Griffin
Rose petals litter the subway car
on the Saturday morning.
Spilled from the full bouquets
of the flushed and happy
carrying home ungainly
bunches of roses and helium hearts,
the petals are sharp and dark
as dried drops of blood.
Lost ribbons slash brightly
across the soiled floor.
The unwanted women look up
from their pink romance novels,
into the hollow cave
of the holiday weekend.
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