A pot of dragon fern sits in indirect sunlight from north-facing windows, yet it's the south- facing tips that look scorched. Did someone fall ill and die in the interval between seed and flower? Did someone fall in love before the last flames were extinguished? When you stand in front of a fire pit, sometimes the front of your thighs gets the most heat. Smoke and resin smells burrow in the nest of your hair. Driving past the gas station to pick up ube lattes from a bakery, your husband wonders aloud what movie it was where a character described the Exxon sign as two crosses. When you look up into the night sky, you could say light, diamond- studded. You could say sprockets or helical gears, planetary gearbox with a central sun and an outer ring.
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