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Mother, Pressed
Sarah Rose Nordgren
She instructs me in her vacant(空虚的) way
to identify the flower
by looking inside the blossom --
deep inside the blossom
the sight of her pink
flattened between two sheets
of translucent3(半透明的) paper,
while at the same time
butterflies vie for her hair,
my shirt is stained
looms above my head
and a thought deep inside
the sun whites her face out.
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