Instead of buying flowers for the party I ducked down a half-concealed path off the main road into the woods; I didn’t want to buy flowers, I didn’t want a party, I didn’t want to go back to the house I couldn’t keep up, so large some of the rooms sat empty. Instead of buying flowers for the party I wanted to at least pick them myself, so I ducked down a half-concealed path off the main road into the woods. It was too late in the season for flowers but I didn’t want the party in the first place; I wanted to go down a half-concealed path and find a secret place waiting for me, I didn’t want a party, I only wanted to sit in silence for a while.
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Christina Collins lived most of her life on the West Coast until the omnipresent terminus of the sea became too demanding. She currently resides in Minneapolis where she writes, paints, and takes pictures of beautiful strangers without their knowledge. She is the founder and poetry editor of Lockjaw Magazine. She tweets at @PoorSelfControl.