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I am from Maize
and the Morning Glory
whose silent bent heads
bring memories of
obedient wives.
I am from pensive
and the introverts,
from fear and leather belts,
whose proud strikes
bruises bloom,
and the flowing crimson
tastes of copper.
I am from lands
where frail leaves
refuse to change
whose wilted and stunted
vines still remember
the mother root.
and the death of great women
whose stories remain
untold.
My ice cream is always exactly 15% ice creamier after I see her.
Her science holds up.