4 . Month ' s Mind
We found where the withered flowers go . Now that you know your way around you come in a dream , doing what you used to , healthy again and on the verge of laughing .
I take your forearms in my palms , grateful that you came , and say - “ Mam , you ’ re supposed to be dead ?”, and you , barely able to contain yourself , go , “ I know . I know .”
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