spring & my rosebud heart
unfurls. it means a return
to this endless thing inside
me called grief / spring is the
rot that endures, the slipstream
decay of living things that
have an expiration date.
see the drowned girl? see
her foxglove mouth,
emptying itself into the
creek & calling it rebirth?
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