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title: Seasonal affective disorder
genre: verse

project:
    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
    css: autocento
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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.