There’s such a nameless feeling that people get inside 

their stomach when they drive through the texan fields 

A specific beauty that coincides with barbed wire fences

that barely hold back the wild country grasses with 

The certain type of pollen that makes city folk sick.

Evening primroses burst along the shaggy edges of 

The rocky beaten county road, as plush 

and sensational as you could ever dream up

Some object more incomprehensibly beautiful than you’d

think an object can be, delicate yellow rings dance around

The eye of the flower and spread themselves sheerly along the 

blushing petals, so lush with color and scarce with sadness 

She was conceived by them, a product of their perfection

Kore rises from the masses like a springtime messiah 

I had never let my eyes indulge on such an enchantress

a mortal sculpture warmly crafted in Aphrodite’s soft hands

She seems to command the earth with a snap of 

her silky, flawless fingers. A gentle placement from her hand

On a man’s back is enough to poison his mind; enough to drive him 

away from anything he wanted, because that’s not what he wants 

anymore. That’s not what I want anymore.

Kore, do you hear me? My eyes are begging yours

to come a little closer to me. You are the type of girl 

that they write poetry about, you are Jolene

Dear Prudence, please come out to play

You are a Yoko in a sea of Cynthia’s 

I want to tug on the braids in your strawberry hair and

tease you about how red you get when I say your name 

Who are you, Kore? The clover glimmer of your eyes is trying

to lure me in, you already know I’d do anything for you 

Evening primrose has never looked more glorious

than now, when it became the flower that bloomed for you