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Nullipara

I have learned love rests on the odd assortments of petals.

Pick buttercup, pick sweet pea:

You love me. You love me.

Pick snowdrop:

You love me not.

What then shall I make of the four valves in your heart?

The twin seedpods of your ovaries?

You love me not. You cannot love.

I dream of the digits, five on each

of the hands I am hoping to hold.

Your ten toes curl and uncurl through the sea

of my unseeing.