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SCIAMACHY
Alexis Ma
—to fight a shadow i. to break me, disturb an acre of topsoil, the very ground that shivers under April showers. no need for plow; this plot of land has yet to settle. my body has moved— will move again— for nothing. ii. come spring cleaning, you feed the garden. you bathe the dishes, & you undress the coat rack in the mudroom. a home bundled, deep in hibernation, though ready to wake, is slow to rise, so avoid the attic—that can wait. forget restocking the fridge & most importantly, do not, & I repeat, do not traipse the hardwood floors. they groan louder than any thunder roll heard or fallen on deaf ears.
