Planting Flowers
I have been planting flowers for many days now. Wherever I go, I plant the seeds and then move on, content that I have done my share to beautify the world according to my own sense of aesthetics. In the weeks to come, as the flowers begin to break through the surface of the earth in school yards, hospital landscaping, football fields, and city parks, people will know that I was there. Those red flowers, the gaping black mouths, the fringe of thorns sharp as teeth–oh, I guarantee they will know I was there.