ode to her

I’m in love. She’s beau­ti­ful, mys­te­ri­ous, and like in my favourite Rolling Stones’ song,

               She comes in colours
               She’s like a rainbow

She was born in the ’70s. Many peo­ple ap­proached her, most of them in ut­ter vein to an ex­tent that she be­came their trauma. 

She is re­al­ly tough to get, but once you do, she be­comes ex­treme­ly tol­er­a­ble; every time I screw things up, I can fix things square again in short or­der. In fact she is masochis­tic and al­most ex­pects you to do that again and again. 

And boy do I feel so good. I may break up, per­haps in­ten­tion­al­ly in or­der to lu­bri­cate deep in­side her and make her even bet­ter, and I fin­ish quick­er and quick­er every time. I take her with me every­where I go, and I do it any­where I want.
 

—toshi oma­gari

Flom­mist Toshi Oma­gari fights many things, most re­cent of which is the auto-cor­rec­tion of his ti­tle to florist. Copy­right © 2016 Toshi Omagari.

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