Amber Nelson


         
                 







May 1



                           It varies with the condensation.
           Passing like the sky, which is effortless.
                                            We saw a star explode, but that
wasn’t what we wanted.
                 Uneven, the ground we laid.
                                  We wanted to plant red, red strawberries.
                       But we were too tired and we didn’t talk instead.



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May 10


                                                               The sweat that’s absent.

Sedimentary and combustible. The body, a diorama for global warming.
                                                                                          I am broken down and sunless.

                                               These factors are planets revolving around me.        
                                                                                 
Your hands convey a ghostly power.




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