The Broken Flower is broken, and I feel as though I want to carress her petals so that she will feel better.  But what is better?  Walking into the field with her head held high?  Leaving the outdoors all together?  And I knew...I knew that this would happen--even though I was convinced the sun would scorch her.  Who knew that it would be a bee...meant to help her grow...but robbing her of her floralcy?

And so, I sit watching the sad Broken Flower ready to console her, though she pushes me away which is to be expected.  I can only apologize for her withering petals.  I can only apologize, for I am related to the bee.

Whistle...it's just a sweet, sweet whistle, like a slow, steady wind that makes your hair blow in the breeze.  And there's sun tea on the front porch...and you wear your summer dress that has flowers all over it.  And the thing is, you know the names to every flower, because you grow them in your garden...your lovely, lovely garden.

And you were invited to the school dance by that boy...and you loved him.  So, when the slow dance came, he gently grabbed your hand and lead you to the center of the floor.  In your short heals, you felt so grown up.  With his hand around your waist, you believed you were a woman.  And slowly...like the breeze, you both danced.  You could feel your heart beating out of your chest...but you suddenly became calm.  Then, you rested your head on his shoulder.  Life was being lived.

What do we do, play guitars?  Acoustic guitars, and we think we're so hip.  And the boys play the drums, and we sing.  Oh my goodness, we're singing!  We sound so lovely, don't we?  And we have long, wavy hair...and we are barefoot...and the cute one keeps looking at us out of the corner of his eye and it takes everything in us not to giggle.  And we're so thin.  And we are so pleased with our thrift store dresses.  And we clasp our hands together as we continue to sing.  And both of our mouths touch the mic...even though we know we're only doing that to get attention.  But suddenly, we really get into the lyrics.  We really, really begin to sing from deep within.  And suddenly, we aren't who we thought we were.  We are growing up.  We are growing up, even though we don't weigh much...

But now, we play Third Eye Blind as we drive down the open road in our mustang.  And we couldn't do this without our shades, because we have to be so cool.  And you just have to stand up in your seat, because the top is down...and your hair flys around everywhere, and I can't stop laughing. 

We grew flowers when we were younger...and we experienced our first kisses at that dance...and we were both in love with Ricky in highschool, but Mike was worth the chase.  And when we were in that band, we just knew we had made it into the big times.  We grew up.  We grew tall...and we grew breasts...and we grew husbands that never knew Mike and Ricky...and now, we're growing babies and passing the torch as we watch them grow.  We lived.