Seasonal affective disorder

On your desk I set a tangerine:a relic of a winter quickly passing.

I’m reminded, fiercely, of a summer:I watched the cemetery grass on my stomach.

You hate the wind blowing through buildings:the coldness of fire, blister of a mountain stream.

When you broke down that night: your aunt / younever have been / you shook that night /

Seasonal affective disorder is real: youmutter under your breath on the highway.

The ant carries an orange peel past a headstone:it carries her nearly as often.

I set a tangerine on your desk:an engagement ring, winter-returned.