The Girl Who Spewed Daisies

Something
something was happening--
She spit a sticky rosebud
out the corner of her mouth
like a sesame seed;
furrowing her brow
and brought the funnel to her lips.
She spewed daisies;
He was quiet.
We used to plant them in rows, she said, finally.
the bulbs, I mean. 
He looked to her from behind the kitchen table: 
Who will pour my milk now? he said,
shifting in his seat.
She was busy pressing on her puffed cheeks.
They feel like worms inside of me, she said.

This was a whisper.

One began to flower on a square of porcelain tile
and it was like ripples in red water.
He fished into a glass before him, with his finger:
for the last drop.
Don’t reach for me! she screamed,
swatting at invisible flies from where she was pacing

Kiss me, he called back.