Not brave enough to writein lyric, embodied dreamsI tremble in a flower’s vocabulary—
retract my hands like froma hot sky or suddenness
dreams which pass throughmy body are no different from hands
my life during deep waterswere long and unpaid
called my local paperto ask about marigolds
deep researched small birdsin trees and how to agree
are violets breathing if theirsternums only expand—
to a palatable degree I wearmy need like a husband

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