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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.
[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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