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
/
you
never
have
been
/
you
shook
that
night
/
seasonal
affective
disorder
is
real
you
mutter
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