Seasons

The afternoon light,
beneath my toes
talking a pale story

where a mother aborts another one,
father, a ruminating hard albumen.
our typewriters often broke,
and another language was written
deformed, cracked

Summers have always taught to swim
winters, quietly taught about sinking.
and a star too that dissolves at night.

i have seen it all,
how the numbers converge.
the stains from my ex lover.

i have had all the seasons,
the needle kissed sleeps,
lilies and a warp.

seasons are now my favorite people.

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