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I know what heaven looks like in all four seasons. I know what it looks like in the summer. I know what heaven looks like in the fall. This is my heaven.
The young man who owns
Café Zia dances with a mop.
He is curious about my ear cuff.
Guess he’s never seen an old woman
wearing a lover on her ear.
The spring wind in Carlisle is a poisoned heat—
the vile sting of Zephyrus’ noxious kisses rage street
From the time you spat the nipple out and walked,
you were never mine.
I wish now I hadn’t thrown that tacky
World’s Greatest Mother plate against the wall