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Oct 11, 2017
You said solitude is everywhere
because love’s worn out from repetition.
You remind me of my twin—
poetic and jealous.
and words are not my first language,
but it’s a good day on earth
when love insinuates itself into my hunt.
You should see the orchards at dawn
ablaze with blood, soaking the sky in tender gore.
I’d like to sing you an arrowy song of girl-love
until you agree to eat these stag-shaped cakes
and to love them
as I love the saffron-robed willow.
It’s nice to have someone
to watch my dogs while I rest and dream of what I love:
amaranth and asphodel and sudden death by she-bear.
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October 11, 2017
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