I bought black flowers today.
Black Satin petunias.
And they really are black.
Like the shadows of petunias.
My wife says I bought them
because I’m in love with death.
I say I bought them because
they’re unusual, and we’ve never
had black flowers before.
Besides black is my favorite
color and has been since I was
a kid, since I asked my Russian
grandfather what his favorite
color was, and he said it was black
because black was God’s favorite color.
He said even after God created light
and all the colors of the rainbow
long with the light and divided
the light from the darkness,
he still needed black the other
half of the time to keep from being
blinded by his own creation.
So my wife may be on to something
after all. I might be half in love with death.