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LISTEN, MELISSA —
your mother never
had your father – hidden
inside of you – you still
who do not know the face
you are inside – who is he
inside her –
she who would hide
by never hiding – if you loved
her you would cover
her – both – face
him inside your own hidden
never inside –
her face held
you longer than you
knew how to be held – she
who could not keep
the face that grew
from her inside – this
is how you see
her now – a whole
opened by hunger – all of her
wanting
to know who would take
the time to find you – you who
know she’s still inside – please
stay her there – face
the face you can no longer
see – you
who has not yet learned to say
HIT ME
the blue
gentian
lived through
fire and
it is
blooming
a mylar
balloon bouquet
someone made
a baby
drifting
across
a Nevada
highway against
the hood
of a van
softly
come apart
— when to if never
I am speeding —
into mourning
shaped air — name
your sounds grass
against rock —
the choice to become transition or kill
yourself but death is not death if you are
dying a death
in which to be alive
— again name apocalypse I
love you — begun wrong
body war — noise eternal
in the reach of it — proof
edge — audacious — holy
unmade to say I —
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