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It is June,

a time of fire 

the sun bleeds into our hair 

The bronze statues of Greek Gods

burn our hungry palms 

You teach me their names 

recite their tragedies like a poem

You are an ancient city

swallowed by the sea

a holy temple

A drowned woman in

a white Kimono 

     barefoot,

     my heart breaks

again

You sweeten my prayers

only to devour them

   I no longer struggle to live against you 

I simply give in.