Solitaire

[RiverNotch]

I poisoned the daisies with ashes and butts
while plumbing the annals of Playboys and sluts
I’d been with when I was alone.

I trampled the corpses and walked back inside
to turn on the tv and placate my mind
with voices that were not my own.

i've never been with a slut before, but the thought's still something with which i can relate. the connection between daisies, annals, and corpses is a goldmine -- the movement to the more universal is basically the whole thing of this poem, and it really works (though somehow placate doesn't really feel like the right word...in fact that whole line doesn't seem to adjust metrically in some of my faster readings). lovely work!