Pretend this is illuminated. Pretend you can see.
Composed entirely of blood and fluid,
the body shines against a blank background.
Beneath the snow a violet reaches for God.
Solar flares blow, capillaries burst.
Hands touch waists, grass testifies to its glory.
Shift beneath the lamplight and pretend
you're not staring. Somewhere
in the middle of the night, a corpse waits,
its breath almost an illusion. Stand
on your heels and pretend not to notice.
I'll be wearing red beside you until spring.
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