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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    here, the winds blow away from the shore out to sea, where blue mixes into blue with each wind and wave, each sigh of the world. i'd sail there in an inner tube, with my toes skirting water’s edge the way the spines of small fish might. my thighs conduct heat from the inanimate bl...
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    From old meat and lichen we are born pale, slim, and without cavity, each a green mouth balanced on a little green throat, fed through our toes off the alkaline blood of the earth. Come spring, we adolesce into new geometry; our faces explode, release packets of itching, stinging atoms to ...
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    not all women are ghosts*. This truth I know, attested to by precariously splitting ganglions, the fast-decaying gurgles of ancient seas, and trenches riven through wide deserts of perfectly pale skin. My hands mutate like butterflies. A simple mislaid chromosome, fathering large feet...
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    You told me once about the divinity that drips from your fingertips like so many oozings of sap slipping out from ages of wounded bark; flesh divided and held open with nails, keratin and dull, warm steel. My mother believed in predestination, in perfect births and rebirths––god stu...
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    Somewhere in the furrows of pink and gray flesh, nestled between delicate arches of pelvis, in what was supposed to be bowels and pulsating warmth, lies the wish for chemotherapy. The old images of skull-white sundresses glimmering with the glory of summer days in the world of Perfect Thigh...
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    Strange now, to think of you amidst this aftermath of scattered atoms and queer cells, this apocalypse, the collision of bone and skin, all gnashing and trembling and brimming with heat left over from the creation of our aching, leaking universe. Strange to remember those clarion eyes and fi...
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