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dancing girl press, 2014
$7.00 |
orchard | seaweed
I forgot how to pronounce blue
but only on Wednesdays
I want to pat you on the head
lick your belly button, say shit
I shouldn’t say, so I don’t.
For now.
Instead I pull hinged fish
through the porthole and you
watch me scrub at scales, we
thread ourselves through the throngs
and settle in against each other,
skin stuck to skin, in the orchard.
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