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Nov 2012
you are a stoneman, and the new year
wrapped in a confetti shawl

january will dye your eyes white
and december as patient as fertility

as always, the april bomb –
flowers detonate into the may-days

but you are too frozen to touch them,
will crack the stems for milk

mouth our womanly eggnog
bleeding butter into the next thirteen.
Sarina
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Sarina  forests
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