Tatiana, Moya Dusha, tonight’s too cold for walking
but crowning the westerly pines Venus and her swallows
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Miles Davis on DVD blows from 1959
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on the woodstove pipe, Christmas lights, stars, plastic icicles
a hummingbird’s grassy nest and an Irish wishing stone
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I break two cereal bowls and a wine glass, kissing your
eidolon washing them—a shard stings my finger—I’m so
glad my daughter didn’t see she’d have gladly laughed at me
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because of your freckles, love because we’ve both lost parents
because of my beginnings in you, this awakening
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you are my intoxicant I would make you my shelter
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I have seen lights in these woods Dionysos awakes, a
deep-rooted vine crosses two worlds, we its clustered berries