sweet blue winter
i’m ready for you.
this morning i greeted your first thick fur
with genuine surprise.
sometimes i feel my partial identity;
fleeting and tip-toeing, she’ll exude me
and the never-saying, never-words
i can’t recapture
can’t remember.
today, i feel less of you. i tried to love you like pine
but burnt and warped i escaped
and felt my peaking rise. absence
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