The orchid is sweating in the rainforest. I like
that I've grown into accepting that flowers
are graphic and beautiful. "Dear lord,"
this one orchid said, "when will I know
what I am doing?" She looked for meaning
in the faces of the people who stared
at her. One day I looked into her face,
shaped like my genitals. I saw small hairs
and marveled. She was telling me something.
She said, "I'm just like you.
Neither of us know what we're doing."
I said, "yeah. We just want to enjoy
ourselves. And that can look like
so many different things." "SO
many different things," she agreed.
We smiled and bowed our heads.
It was nice to finally feel seen.
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