Dairyland Dowry

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A clever barter, my body

for a jug of farm-fresh syrup

and a handful of false promises

dipped in the amber sap gathered

from one thousand unwilling maples,

limbs horror-stiffened while you

impaled their wooded hearts. 

I declined the trade. 




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