in the winter and in the spring —
i look for you in the petals and the
way the roses turn their heads on
the knife-edge of summer bloom.
i look for you in the quiet and in
the grief of your fracturous slim.
i bend heavy like the stalk; heavy
like a cup; heavy like the head that
that can’t quite hold up to another.
i look for you in …
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