pansy
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I looked out my window
On a dark April evening
And my heart lifted up.
One
Yellow
Pansy
Had bloomed,
Dear Mom,
Thank you for my blonde hair and for giving me life,
but I guess I must thank Father for my pale green eyes and constant need to repeat myself.
Thank you for loving me,
You--spill over margins,
between lines
lace ink
with weakness--Your--
trembling fingers
aching viscera
cold sweats--pouring between shoulders,
and flinching limbs--blood pumped by,
