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The Year I Didn't Die

The Year I Didn’t Die

The Year I Didn’t DieI didn’t want to follow the curandera’s prescription. and be steeped in a tea of semi-sleep, where my love tendedthe lilacs and pansies I embroidered overthe white months of my unbecoming. I didn’t like her crown of bird’s skulls, but I did so want to believein her prophecy. Love is patient. Love cooks meals of dandelions and sea grass. Love wakes up with you when the night…