Dandelion for the Brine
Her confession turns your face to ash and starches up your collar
too tight it is around your small throat as she begins to holler.
It’s woody white roots tonight for you and maybe even tomorrow
it’s dandelion brine and cool turpentine, a supper for your sorrow.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019
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