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Dear columbine, dear engine Melissa Stein Dear columbine, dear engine. Mere water will force a flower open. Then with a touch the beautiful intact collapses into color filament and powder. It’s all my fault. All hands on deck to help collect what’s spilled. That could be me beneath a bridge. Torn up beside the road, a bloat of skin and fur. Afloat in bathtub, clean, blue-lipped, forgiven. Face-down in the snow. Why do you imagine these terrible things? asks my mother, or her ghost. Because the paper’s crisp and white. Because no slate’s unwritten. Because the ant that scaled this flower head has nowhere else to go.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 10:45:56 +0000

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