magnolias

humidity craves a cold apple, between
.
sometimes, the red door of a chicken hutch
bonfire
stunned, blue bottle hums of magnolias
.
sometimes, she is a homeless painter of thirty foot tall flames armed in kitchens she hates cleaning
.
sometimes, they are turn backed beams of moons of constants
of shifts
in trees

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