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Pumpkin Head

Thinking about little pumpkin head

that Laura delivered.

I nurtured and nourished her

throughout summer.

The fruit grew just in time.

Carving and eating.

The sweetest we’d ever tasted.

Thinking about how she just

wasn’t herself after the harvest.

How she sat in the ink pot



blossoming into

something else entirely.


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