i was
bored.
so i made roses out of silly-putty
it was an accident.
i'd skished it out flat
on my desk. and then
i rolled it up into
a tube and noted it looked
a bit like two rosebuds connected
by a band.
so i pinched together
the middle of the roll and
twisted it up into stems. and there
they were, two charming buds perfect
for a buttonhole. except for the fact
that they were blue. and sticky.
and i went to
eat. i needed
food, and the
hall was near
closing. so i
ate, that terribly
unsatisfying sort of
food so typical of
colleges,
offices, and
cheap
cafeterias.
and when i came back they
had melted. and flattened and puddled
slightly in that way only silly-putty
can do.
i wondered
if there was a
moral
or
reason or anything
deep i
should notice or
learn from
this, like the
fragility and
fleetingness of
life, or
beauty or something. but then i decided no
it was only silly-putty and nothing deep
at all. and it was
fun, and light. so i made roses out of blue
again, and this time i
sat and watched them
melt.