Monday, January 9

In Winter Flowers

winter in we are flowers
summer more than we are
in winter flowers

suckling aged breast for
currency of one saluting
nipple that we have become

thirsty flowers winter in we
are— when grey
twined stunted grass, did

we not for shadows search?
and come up with nothing?
but come in boredom

for’ctober babies that we
named holly because she
winter love stuck around

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