Ingrid loves white orchids
by Michael Escoubas

this wasnít always the case
she and her family
were brackish water
in the town where past mistakes
live on and on
where otherwise good people
assume guilt by association—

the doorbell rings, a slender boy
is standing there, fidgeting
in his tux and red cummerbund
pimples pock his face, hair wild as wind—
Iíve brought a flower
for you to wear to the prom
it magnifies your name—

Ingrid means beautiful
orchids stand for innocence
none of us has room to point fingers—
he takes a moment to tie
the orchid around her wrist
then with his handkerchief
gently dabs away her tears
 


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