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April 1, ’12
Spring
Mist
Crashes.
Dragon year,
Panthera tigrides.
March 3, ’05
Confessions of vapor tigers,
"I promise to have and to hold as death plays her part."
March ’08
John Galbraith's affluent society evaporated; predator state buried.
Month-long grieving process, red expo markers staining stocks projecting on epidermal layers; thorns embedded in paws while life plays on.
March 13, Annually
Scripts for intergenerational cataclysm pass down matrilineally; deoxyribonucleic acid, polymeric molecules inform tiger whelps how water lilies detach from their pinkster cousins.
March 21, ’03
Solitude resembles the apex of gravestones, the illusion of simultaneity during the attosecond between seasonal depressions, springtime flower blooming of narcissistic child out of wedlock, superego imposed in pseudoscientific fashion, Narcissus’ reflection screaming, “you best be married before the child turns two!”
March 4, ’05
The morning after, bedside conversation circles back to the honeysuckle pillow-talk of last night: “our lives once began in nineteen-seventy-four, an incendiary year, the year of the wood tiger, fuel for macroeconomic Keynesian theories; our lives now begin when we became one flesh on long count twelve baktun, nineteen katun, twelve tun, one uinal, ten k’in… almost adjacent to the end of the Maya-Quiche calendar round, year of the rooster; how could the universal standard of living undergo heat death in our lifetimes before the cock crows twice?
