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The stains on the subway door windows are 

Illuminated by a passing light,

They look like icicles 

But outside it smells like spring. 


Somewhere inside you all four seasons live: 

The memories of every good and bad and in between Thing that’s ever happened to anyone,

Stardust floating in your gut and 

Under your fingernails,


Every speck concentrated 

In this one moment 

Bouncing around a metal bullet 

Right under the surface of our skin. 


as published in mixed Mag, issue 8 may 2021

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