MONOLOGUES OF AN INFATUATED DAISY

1.

If, as they say, a lie repeated 

a hundred times becomes a truth

what is to happen to the hundreds 

Of “loves me, loves me not”s.

2.

I pluck the first of seven petals 

And “he loves me…”;

Then a second: “loves me not…”;

According to the third: “he loves me…”;

But according to the fourth: “he loves me not…”;

And then the fifth: “he loves me not!?...”;

The sixth: “he loves me not!?!?...”;

The last: “he loves me not!?!?!?...”

And how is he to love 

A daisy with no petals…