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28.1
Joshua Kryah
Dear IncendiaryPatterned after etiolation, day blanched
under its undertaking, while the patient ghosts
awaited dispersal. Among the roseate, I saw
a white hand inside a white glove
descend into the glade and pluck out a bloom.
It was too soon, its petals too tightly wound,
the white glove discarded, fingers flushed
from coaxing. It's always like this, voracious
and dumb, mutely signaling assistance.
I saw you burning in the garden, then only the burn.
I returned the flint and steel lent me, expecting
another favor. I was told to look at the flowers
in the yard, to call them by your name.
I burnt that also.
