The past 2 weeks

There's creme de cacao in the vanilla diet coke,
and manchester tarts on the floor.
( There's carrying a plant around town in a saucepan, and finding sweating buildings. )

'D.L. simply refuses to eat beauty. It's defilement.'

I just ate a petal. A fried petal. I've got this sort of happy twinge in the chest but I'm hoping the petal wasn't poisonous. It tasted like paper really, but sweeter. I looked at flowers, stared at them, and thought, no, I can't eat those, and then did, as if eating flowers was my greatest fear that I have conquered, and am now feeling some kind of relief. Or maybe I should worry about that gnawing inside, or shouldn't have sprinkled nutmeg on the petal, so that I got a complete pure petal taste. Will I eat more
petals? Possibly, I've heard they can be addictive, plus there's so many different varieties to try.