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BURNING THE WEDDING DRESS
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The heat starts over the hips Void of his hands Absent of bone Reverent lips suck the cleavage white lies And at the nape black widows pluck their webs Vibrate Couple Hurl Buckskins stampede the chest Hooves leave the ground in instinct Charge over swells where chasms wait Cecropia's metamorphose Spread their wings wide Fly from the two holes Where arms once reached The rib cage A jungle of rapid vines Leaf and blacken the heart Wooden diamonds Onyx stars Fleshy iris The tongues of reptiles Caves swirl the inner thigh A male grouse struts the hem Postures the ridge Airs out his yellow orange balls Peacocks and doves flock Above the waterfall of pearls Twelve years of beige moons Engorge the cavity of womb The smoke starts over the sky Void of his vows Absent of remorse
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VOW
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Marry me moon on a country road in July's luminescent dust where fireflies orgy over a stretch of corn and your smell of half light breaks through the grasses parts me open devours marry me like this like a firefly absolute in everyone else's darkness
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FEMALE
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We were both the genitalia of slender beardtongue, and left the male part of ourselves in some fragrant corner of our mothers and fathers. This is why the shape of richness is so inherent in our lips. We have all been raped one way. When attempts were made on our girlish bodies our fathers would not cry for us. We walked sideways in the depths of summer. Our breasts had nothing left. We gathered blackberries in the foothills, our hands tossed out any dry shirveled fruit. When our baskets swelled we clung to them. Where our grandmothers had grown tired we learned to swim in the shadows of the river a force that caused snowmelt in spring to flow back up the mountains.
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TREE HOUSE
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Plywood and two by fours nailed in a live oak. Butte Creek Canyon steeped in moonlight. Cicadas vibrate the chapparral. Poison oak sleeps low under manzanita. Uria + Mattie in a carved heart. Smoke up a chimney.
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