August 2012
I reaaaally
REALLY want to go to California
the best is yet to come: Artichokes →
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Outside my window, it smells like artichokes.
They are sold in the marketplace on thick stalks
Or marinated in oils. People forget they are flowers;
A purple stain hidden beneath a labyrinth of thick leaves
That might some day break from its fortress
Like a star splitting apart, light exploding…
