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title: Seasonal affective disorder
id: seasonal-affective-disorder
genre: verse
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
class: autocento
...
| 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.
[winter]: january.html
[cemetery grass]: death-zone.html
[blowing through buildings]: building.html
[you shook that night]: the-night-we-met.html
[mutter under your breath on the highway]: last-bastion.html
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