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But for you.
three pale strips of flesh
trimmed, square
draped delicately across the bridge of your nose
like dough set aside as lattice
or clay, for teacup handles
each kept from crawling back
to offer shade
by one pearl-ended hat pin
pierced into lips the stain of cherries
though they were not
And your body.
wrapped in fine cheesecloth
still soaked in the grease of a turned up apron
how many grains of sand
must you have eaten
did you even know you were full of pearls?
open once only
i lifted your skull
open
severed at the neck
and steered my own towards it
i wanted to see the world
once
through your orbit
i felt it was wrong
only
i wanted you to know I tried
dig deeply
dig deeply
don’t be shy
the story’s past the bone
all that remains are
rearranging atoms
carbon keeping time
for two
forever
beneath the bedrock body
are rivers of pain long dried
remember she said to
wash your hands before you start
don’t be scared
use your fingers
dig deeper
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