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I have words for

myself holding hush

having wanted how bold

bare violence hatches

in shared tongue sporing

your labia in eddies say

baby held a word

for you: tumescent

that's want of a mouth

of wood wine offered mealy

and frothing dresses the fear to return

took some six months of shaking

your name stuck in my purse

ensnared had you heard word

to say no, you would never,

how hard on the victim hard

people to please have you known that no

word hurls meaning into bedrooms like fucking

and unfurling atoms how little

ash is left on August days

glassy like the sun spins

axes on convection

how easy to shake

like lesioned fruit

we had to make

a bad decision


that we agreed

water gives

want to heat

I have no


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