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33 Salty Lips All it proves is you are afraid It enters through the armpit curved and tightly curled to adorn the child, complex yet lacking the vocabulary Tendency to see ribbons in hair, around toes pressed into clay, pink and pewter, source of relief You slip away off the spool introduced by the Antiguan of ultraviolet insides I have lifted the smock at the foot of stairs I have found a way to spare myself the slaps Taste of rose oil in spoiled mango Curtain falls of same color I hold that the bottom most must build muscles of inversion, the heavens must not win, astral diversion appalls me Season of salty lips Pretend that’s all I want to do from now on Stretched flat like the pampas Bounded by the horizon itself A filmy light on the edge where new life is

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