January 25, 2010
Welcome to the coronation of our lost innocence
breaking like a halo at the crown of our heads
Fawn bones scattered across the pavement,
Shards like knives as sharp as broken glass.
Nor were we alive then, our footsteps still in sync
with the earthquaking heartbeats of this monster city.
And all the girls tied their hair in knots, mourning
summer spread before us on the ground
her spine embedded in the frosted earth like
so many roots of so many orange trees, barren and cold.
Bittersweet on our tongues was the realization
that even the truth can't save us now,
and we
even still.

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