.I dreamt of a Russian doll bride
Who spun on the points of her feet, like a child
But I had the terminal pride of an older man.
Thereâs a Passover cross on the post,
But the angel descends in the shape of a crow,
Buries its beak in our unfused bones like itâs okay.
Like a moth .
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