The jasmine is blooming. That, too, is a sweetness.
The Second Year
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You enter a space that threatens gender.
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I have been harvesting small moments.
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What do aphids say about sap?
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The care with which memories were curated.
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But I am complex. Look: I have a diagnosis.
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You had a favorite color. You could name it.
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These are not all the same me.
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a tune was trying to find its way around chords that would not vibrate
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Your voice wrapped the words in a care the words did not have.
