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  • i know it was a lie now, lover
    that thing you called fate

    that thing about which we howled
    red-eyed and drooling
    stupidly wondering why

    i know that small, ordinary moments like these -
    the pink flox swaying
    and my fat, hairball cat
    who watches so contentedly my son fling arrows across an emerald lawn in August
    so gently and easily, all three possessing such immaculate grace -

    these are the only things worth burning for

    i know now that cell phone towers and weather patterns
    and other wonderous invisible energies intervened
    to crumble our beautifully drawn plans, to prevent ignition

    that was fate ~
    the protection of my house from burning

    i still have the pretty matchbox
    the token you pressed into my palm, smiling
    "remember the power of flame, Rubia, and how the swallow wants to fly"

    that was the last time i saw you
    yes i remember it, and i know more now too -
    una golondrina no hace verano

    i know not to play with matches
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