just going to get out early ahead of this one
and call it a day of poetry—that is, peonies and tries:
purple-teal blossom bruises pouring as tea
from our mouths into the cups of pale trees growing
rings and canopy pluots, all of usÂ
postpartum party prats sprouting potted prose
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