To Be a Girl Is Always To Be a Dead Girl

— Zefyr Lisowski

            The dogwoods putting out their leaves
                        earlier each year—first
April, then March, petals littering the ground.

            Our losses grow inversely, to the point we only know safety
                                                                                                by its lack—


                                                fallen branch, absence of fear on the neck.


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