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Stacy Rollins

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Frozen Magnolias

 

The spring I planned to leave New York, an arctic

blast cryogenically stunted the Magnolias

just as their buds popped pink, nipples

on a dog’s belly, a pinched pubescence.

I ambled though April’s slate gray brambles

that knotted and poked holes in my vision.

The doldrums didn’t miss a beat. I wore snazzy

new sneakers with cloud foam and neon accents

against brightest white, and glided

through Prospect Park’s mournful landscape,

fondling these hot pink frozen nubs hardened

dry in physical fear: a carnage of self-protection.

A single bird presided, raised one wing, and chirped

a personal story of how he leapt from a nest

in similar weather and lived to impart

the tale of his descent to the senescent,

shrunken city, fertility’s flowerless funeral,

and my suitcase.

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Frozen MagnoliasStacy Rollins
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Stacy Rollins is a writer, artist, and singer who has authored two books: Truer Faults and Learning to Read. Her work has appeared in Atticus Review, Everyday Genius, Diversion Press, Black Heart Magazine, Crack the Spine, Poetry Quarterly, New York Dreaming, Garbanzo, Nailed Magazine, Shantih, The Oleander Review, Rat's Ass Review, Helen Literary Magazine, and Armorolla.

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