Flowers I Cannot Name

I bought myself a bouquet

of flowers I cannot name:

purple bursts of pompoms,

kelly leaves rimmed in fuchsia,

and pink bulbs more fruit-like

in appearance than wildflowers.

I arranged them in a vacuum flask,

too broken to be anything

other than an half-hearted vase

with a too small opening.

I peeled back the curtain,

used a dirty blue clothespin

to let the afternoon sunlight burn

its way into my room.