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  • Pollinating Pain – published

    Pluck a honeysuckle
    seeped with notes drowning
    and cling

    to the musty smell of a white baby mitten
    stashed away in a cardboard box
    holding its breath

    while it fingers its way out
    in a fog of punctured moths –
    I dare you to remember your first note

    which sank its way into my heart
    like a stone
    and watch it

    blown away
    like a collection of butterflies
    pollinating pain.

    ©Karin R. Mohler 2018
    First published in Varnish, a Journal of Arts and Letters, Issue #2, January 2018

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