dying cherry blossoms,
i am pink inside the fury, promising
no, i won't cry, i wont cry
just the water coveting your winter vintage
even if i hanged my body beautifully, i would
bloom unnamed and somnolent as under killing snow. ..
i am spent of this lesson
who is afraid? it is only the sugar soaked dark humming.
and if you ever made a mending for the tiny way i pray,
speak to the place on my neck; the one you once blessed.
i sometimes hold my breath and breasts, remembering.
curled at the left side, wet,...
creates a white swan
and the press
i feel a much smaller woman on a pitchfork.
i rise a much weaker girl from self.infliction.
this part of the dream, i say,
is only suffering in slow...
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