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COMMUNION
out
under the willow
branches cowl
the center
of us lying
over the pile
of holes
us under
the fawn coated
in ticks you
rested
I sang
about us
on the cocoa path, the cardinal
that tea kettle filled
with your quilting
pins
we count
the needles piercing
our backs, hold
our breaths
we bleed
over
the world
teaching me everything
about your birth
in the wait in
us holding in
between sinking
devouring it all
letting the air
out
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