bursting magnolias pear blossoms unfolding petals bending limply making space for green leaves I forget every year how much life this town has buried until it remembers itself so hastily I held his gaze, when he opened up to me and I drank him in like spring water long ago there was such a thing as living before everything and nothing died--was born--died again do you remember how long May used to be? he asked me with his mouth on my already-darkening skin
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