Our heads were full of yogurt
during those years
of rain and warm rot

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We didn’t pay much attention
to the mudbleat
hiding in our chests

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We drank grapefruit juice
and watched squirrels
chase each other

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You didn’t look at me
stuffed as I was
with glass

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When milk spoiled
and winter was bright,
we talked about
the body’s coarse leak

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O the beautiful shapes
our mouths made to speak

–

Anne,