Snow as a hellbox of letters erased
Pas de doudou, pas de dodo
Winter & the promise
Of its pageant in the world
But rain is a radio signal, repeated
Synth patch : thunder
—a gunflower blooms—
Lightning : infrared
Cat's grin (an app for that)
Your white pajamas your
Noh play face
Bathed in the light of the microwave
Nothing
hurts
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