chrsyanthemum is a genus in asteraceae that comes in many colors and makes great tea.

chrsyanthemum is a writer. they’ve lived in a lot of places. they like other writers, but only if they’re good, which apparently they usually aren’t. now that we are roommates in seybrook, they leave a lot of silly notes and put a lot of “printed matter” on the wall, which is nice.

they often sound like they’re in a state of disorientation. when around them i feel calm, maybe because it’s nice to be around someone who’s this way. pine is also this way.

chrysanthemum is very mentally present and nimble and has probably read three million books. i think they’re probably a genius or something. all of their friends and dates have been trans women, which for some reason makes them anxious.

chrysanthemum wants me to find “community” so that i can become normal.

when i talk to them, i don’t necessarily see each little petal, but i feel their sum and it’s wonderful.