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is a loop-stitch
crocheting the torn dark.
This body
of leaf litter,
mews and soft-lathered grays.
This body
of wipe-rag
hair and carabiner arms.
This body
of sags, ironing
the art of happy.
I cannot remember
the last time
I hummed
in a room expansive.
Or stopped to
look at the tired moon
without thinking
how there’s always
a man
so drunk
lying beneath her,
pawing to milk her.