Oh, girl.

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I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
 To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
 How free it is, you have no idea how free -
 The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
 And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
 It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
 Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
 Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
 Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
 Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
 They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down
 Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
 A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

I'm 20 years old and I like cats a whole lot.
Eat your school, stay in drugs, don't do vegetables.

I don't really know what else to say. Ask