At My Mom’s Birthday They Said I Didn’t Belong So I Stayed Quiet and By Morning Everything Had Changed

white and gold, arranged in a row that catches the afternoon sun. Someone destroyed them once, early on, uprooted them and trampled the soil and left the mess for me to find in the morning. I replanted them the same day. I added a camera angled at the garden. The lilies came back. They always come back. That is the thing about perennials: they do continue reading …