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May 2014
Pretend that you are a snake

Pretend that the ground you slither on is live coals,
the lilacs are in bloom,
and there is an old woman after you with a shovel

Pretend the coals burn you, belly down,
and the old woman's rusted shovel finds the back of your neck
like a blade

Pretend the lilacs are the last thing you see
as your head is severed
Pretend the coals cremate you more or less instantly

You can be reborn a bird
if you burn all the heaviness
out of you and you can fly away


You can be reborn with legs and feet to skip across the coals
and you can dance quickly so you never even feel their heat


And when the lilacs bloom
in May on Helen and Constantine's feast day
you can wear them as a crown


As if you've never been burned and never felt the sting of change
Holly Salvatore
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Holly Salvatore
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   kenye, r and Tim Zac Hollingsworth
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