Seasonal affective disorder
+ + +On your desk I set a tangerine:a relic of a winter quickly passing.
+I’m reminded, fiercely, of a summer:I watched the cemetery grass on my stomach.
+You hate the wind blowing through buildings:the coldness of fire, blister of a mountain stream.
+When you broke down that night: your aunt / younever have been / you shook that night /
+Seasonal affective disorder is real: youmutter under your breath on the highway.
+The ant carries an orange peel past a headstone:it carries her nearly as often.
+I set a tangerine on your desk:an engagement ring, winter-returned.
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