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all at once, we lay rushed
like life, wild. this thicket
of devotion parts lips insatiate,
and heart-shaped leaves slip
sidelong from our mouths.
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gram had a big bush in the backyard on the garage side of the house. when they were in bloom she would ask me if i wanted some. clipping her flowers was something unspoken that seemed to be just for me and her. i don't remember anyone else wanting to take any of them home. her lilac or coral orange roses tinged in pink or the bleeding hearts in random clusters around the rose bush. we would get the big scary clippers out of the dark ominous garage; she would open and close them threateningly and then laugh when she startled me. we would take the massacred lilacs and roses inside where she would wet paper towels to wrap around the newly cut ends and then wrap the wet paper in aluminum foil to hold the moisture in.
the lilacs never seemed to make it home in tact. the specially packaged hand clipped greenery would become a wilted mess that my mother would tell me to throw away. i wanted to keep them and revive them but my ever practical mother didn't want to be reminded of the chopping and the wilting that followed in my gram's wake.
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for a dose of joy today: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaA7I7B1pOk
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nrs nose
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nature therapy
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that was meant to say
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tree after tree after tree after tree, type after type after type, colour after colour after colour. i'd never seen anything like it. i'd never smelled anything like it. i'd never been surrounded by anything like it. i'd never been lost in anything like it.
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who knew these would be what would make you feel more yourself than you have in month, maybe years?
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months, not month.
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Mom was just talking about these today when we were getting plants from the outdoor market.
"You know the really dark shade of lilacs? It's not my favourite - my favourite is the second darkest shade."
And it seems funny, writing now, that she made it seem like lilac colours could be categorized like paint samples (are all lilac blooms of all trees of a certain type the same colour? nah), but the thing is, I could picture the colour she meant.
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what's it to you?
who
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