Our dear, Iris

I notice

flowers emerge from

our eyes

Monstrous petals

obscure the

pupils

Irises cover irises

A million spores,

each with unique

Motives

depart with our

blinks

We wake undressed, yet

with colorful mandalas,

attracting every

WASP

for thirty miles

Seeds

dance the polka beneath

my outer body

But the second I sense

a persistent petal

wriggling to be seen

it gets a’plucked

They

Prick and

Itch and

Defy

Most medicine

But they do not invade

overnight

Nor are blessed

through birth

It is a seed

planted in the

formative years

And said to thrive in

undeniable heat

A play on the phrase “rose colored glasses,” this poem is a political statement on the widely ignorant American population. As the narrator senses this same urge to forget the machinations controlling life around her, she recoils, plucking the monstrous petals from her eyes and stopping them from obscuring her outlook on America.