April, in Hindsight, March's a Bitch

Dear April,

One year ago, today

At the foot of a closet

I planned a gun to my head.

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So I took post-its

And wrote You Matter

Onto every yellow square

Then walked through

A school parking lot

Sticking one on every car window

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Oh, April,

One year ago, today

At the foot of a closet

I unpacked ashes

garden incinerated

Loss in two hands outstretched,

unreceiving

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So I took a marker

And wrote You Matter

Over and over and over

And stuck each yellow square

On a car window in the

parking lot of a school

for survival

.

But no comfort exists in

resignation no poems

For education

A dream consumed

in pandemic, Asphyxiated

March

Love, interrupted

.

But April,

Go back to the start

You may begin again

Flowers open after storms

Caterpillars cocoon to transform

Fragility survives the cruelest desert

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You Matter; Transposed.

Happy birthday, little spark.

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