when you blow on the bulb,
the false dandelion is a wonder
—the white seeds, the teeth,
don’t budge from the flower
head. cat’s ear. hawkbits. or beards.
the wish you think you want runs
with milky sap through the stem
down your hand, past your wrist,
into your long shirtsleeve.
it’s a faulty premise, like mistletoe.
never have i once, beneath its green
mystery, the cinnamon, cloves,
and orange bursts skipping
through the air, the evergreen
holly and oxblood berries above
the boughed jamb, been kissed.
Janea Wilson is a first-year MFA poetry student at CSU Long Beach. Her poetry & fiction has appeared in Mused Magazine, Myriad Magazine, American Mustard Magazine, & elsewhere. She is founder & editor-in-chief of lipstickparty mag, an online creative writing & general interest zine.