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His eyes stood out In their blue Druidic vividness When he spoke of my red hair And the preternatural coldness of my hands Our mothers hated each other As beautiful blond sisters often do Rodrigo Borgia told his astrologer To make charts for Cesare and Lucrezia Cesare Borgia had Eros and Neptune In the third house of siblings and cousins I told him järvi was Finnish for lake His fingers traced a constellation of freckles So I became a frozen leaf in the sand dunes Happiness, a charcoal ballad of monochrome clouds Terrifies me still Only lakes bristle with sunlight and life Tykläjärvi, Leinikylänjärvi, Koskijärvi, Hoikanjärvi: Such names turn every bleeding pike olive green A blue black silence of murky waters entered me It is a chrysanthemum requiem He unbuckled his pants and twisted my wrists To carve a fiery petroglyph in lifeless granite

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