he woke up to the train rolling over their roof -
she pulled burlap socks over her knees -
he wrapped her ankles in thick wool scarves -
she rubbed honey wine into his shoulders -
he combed winter grass out of his beard -
she brushed cinnamon oil into her hair -
she stirred pinecones into chicory tea -
he toasted dried oats in deep iron pots -
she walked the dog through their fields,
where they planted turnip bulbs -
he pulled kale out of their soil -
she steeped wild apples into her baths -
he smoked dead leaves he had rolled with his wrists -
he curled his nose -
she twisted her lips -
he strung ropes across the porch -
he wrote songs about wheat -
she painted the ceiling,
while lying in the sink -
(it was a short house)
they built a fire out of pecan branches -
she made acorn scones -
he made beds of all sizes -
and they made love
on bales of burnt matches -
underneath attic windows -
inside the stairs -
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