• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 02
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To Preserve

I have seen these

balancing on his hand
like a lisp

totters on the tops
of vowels.

I have taken them now,
his gift

and drained the color.

It is soaked and swollen
in a jar

and I will bleed it
into a blouse,

leaving the petals
like organs

to drift and dissolve.