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Our days are charged by so much nature—

The succulents we carry to Alexis in a plastic bag after her surgery

A cat pawing at a mantis behind a windowpane

What we didn’t wash from the lettuce, dirt that’s good danger

Not pristine, not a baseline to harken after romantically

Instead, I read that snowy cities should ready for rising heat, harder rain

Have I come to terms with dominance—what I have trammeled

and fogged with my breath? Flush cut, a redesigned ecology

The dead won’t say how the forest was before we came

And the pheromones I bury my face in under your arms

make me a hazy archaeologist