Per Olvmyr is a writer of fiction, prose, and poetry. He lives in Malmö, Sweden, and has been published in various literary magazines. He can often be found in grocery stores engaged in long conversations with Jellied Pigs Feet.
No matter how much I smile and speak kindly to my tulips, they refuse to smile back. In fact, I realize I'm just standing there talking to myself, which makes me feel stupid.
Once I've angrily run my tulips over with my car for making me feel stupid, they're really difficult to line up again. However, no one in the flower shop understands this. All they do is stare at me, as if they’re ignorant tulips themselves.
Of course it's liberating to shout at my tulips. But they stay calm. Provokingly calm.
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