Pink

by janeeatonhamilton

This is a sensational poem.

Avoid it.

Think of a sweet pea.

There are different sorts

but this particular sweet pea is

a pink sweet pea

on a Chilean vine

in a doctor’s garden.

Do you believe flowers are erotic?

Do you believe in torture?

This pink sweet pea

is the sweet pea a soldier

arresting the doctor

grinds underfoot

so it bleeds on the sole

of his boot.

Do you believe flowers ask for it?