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twenty-seven
by Peter Hsumidnight bird, help me
bury these heavy years
in the careless loam of dawn
and help me coax redder fruit
from life's bittersweet soil
and later,
alone amidst our crimson harvest,
reveal to me the secret color of my heart
as i tear out my screaming mind
and smother it with your feathers
(yesterday
i was twenty-seven,
now i must be whole) 05/25/2012 Author's Note: happy birthday to me.
Posted on 05/25/2012
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