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as if I too could plume carmine / beneath the sun’s fingers.
Two cardinals perched outside the window
are taunting me like the masseuse who worked
my body and afterward answered my question—
how often should I see you?
by responding with brazen celerity—
every day, as if I too could plume carmine
beneath the sun’s fingers.
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