i read lorca, first,
ezra after that
inside a broken mouth,
the dark magnolia’s
battery
fluttering 4 percent
rendering her text,
nomadic
as petals caught
in a teacup’s bitter thicket.
just because it’s dark
does not mean
anyone’s there.
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