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She is.
(as in her lungs
rip {sideways} acres
of coughing breath
from my own
eroded and
convulsively seizing
oxygen cupped
infertile
lungs.)

She is.
(as in my legs
feel gray like ash
and numb like
death under the
weighty sack
of nothing-
but-
skin-and-bones
and- breath.)

She is.
(as in the shivering
dusty light
streaking in my
dreams and
thoughts and
rhythm and
not to rest
ever
in scriptures.)





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