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Let us build a fire
In the living room
Where living is done.

The kitchen plants need
Mowing and the cabinets
To be axed and split into

Kindling. We’ll slink inside
Dresses, apply the brightest
Rouge. Prettiest conflagration.
Source: Poetry (July/August 2024)
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