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Ariane Parry


It’s summer in October
so we sat out on the balcony steeled on pelvic bones
and I was full of ice, heard spring


As if it’s premature
even for my birthday,  
lush and warm as a parasol


the March inside,
under my stomach
is full of struggling buds  


Hard as used gum  
beads of moss  
Trees long  
and impatient

Ariane Parry's poems have been in Lighthouse, Girls Get Busy Zine and the blog Poetry Promptly.

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