what did people talk about at public executions?

water. tulips. i have a brother.
today while sitting in the park
i heard a person walking by say 
i have to fuck Mike i just have to
& a few minutes later another said 
tomorrow is at least a thursday
tomorrow is at least a thursday.
zucchini blossoms are surprisingly bright
like if a flame decided that it needed 
a flower with its name.
i'm standing in the crowd with 
a zucchini blossom in my mouth.
everyone with different flowers 
in their mouths
some people with two. 
hydrangea. carnation. daffodil. 
oil in the pan. you can fry flowers 
& they'll taste more like skin than plant.
pigs are terrifying
& somewhere they are almost-human screaming.
the pop & crackle of oil.
we're standing in the pan until
our hooves are golden brown. 
thursday stands up & stretches
it's long green legs before 
moving to a patch of shade
& curling up like a dog. i point & say aloud
yes there is tomorrow right over there.
the guillotine was messy & ropes
strung up people like dolls made of rock.
i don't know why i'm thinking about this.
every day i watch crowds of people
pours out of buildings & need
a way of making them all stand still.
i stand with a swarm of flowers 
& ask passers by to open their mouths
so i can stick one in. i also 
want to fuck Mike whoever he is
not for pleasure but so i can tell him
that i've heard about him
that people in the park talk about him aloud
all sorts of brothers coming out
of her mouth. i tell him he should come down
& stand in a flood of people with me.
mud slide. firework. lighter.
& then when it was over what did they say?
to each other? to the rocks?
to the pigs? more flowers yes
that's all you can do. 
i pull the whole zucchini 
out of my mouth
yes thank god thank god tomorrow is thursday.