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Reverence

October 30, 2018

Expect snow
look up
even mud is a miracle
you’re not the shadow
you’re your own puppet
unraveled and unstuffed
cotton gut frayed
as if never folded
presented splayed and robust
carved in red
like a sunset
or the backs of your eyes
adjusting to birth
our cheeks
when we unlock
and how every moment
is our first.

From → Poetry

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