Tiara

I pushed the thumbtacks
in over the stove and
dried daisies with some
tarragon and rosemary
from the Leland Street
Community Garden and
tried not to think about
how the wall felt as I
anointed myself with
honey from Mike up the
street’s hives and
made a tiara from my
herbal gleanings.
Madness ensued quietly
in my apartment for
several hours. Even after
I had showered and gone
back to normal, I still
imagined my tiara’s leaves
and petals sticking
to my hair and walked
accordingly. The air itself
was splendid and regal.
I noticed that people
didn't mind me acting
crazy so much as effeminate.