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Before the Frost
Nicolle Elizabeth
In the lavender I met a mongoose his name was snake he poured me a
glass of dandelion wine. "You seem down," he said to me.
"It's all this candlewax, I can't shit anymore," I said to him, "I'm
dying," and meant that I had been all along.
The wine in the glass spun like a tornado, pulling our words toward the
bottom. I sipped, "Good year to be making wishes on dandelion cotton."
"Who, me?" He smiled. "I'm just sitting in your garden, pointing out
where you've gone wrong."
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