Plastic Rose

Refined, cracked and catalyzed
on the other side.

colored and cast.

How she buzzes while watering her rose.
Does she expect me to bloom too?

Honey, I don’t say, while resin and glue
I’m no less due.

But all I can do is look true
as tears roll down my stem.


Kenton K. Yee has placed poetry most recently in Ligeia Magazine, Plume Poetry and Summerset Review, among others. An Iowa Summer Poetry Workshop alum, he’s a member of the Attic Institute for Literary Arts. Kenton makes his home in northern California.

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