23.

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23.

 

A split plum—everything spills over with beauty—even this sink

remembers

the time you cut yourself thumb deep with the letter

opener,

and had no one else to turn to, to overflow

this red omission

of love within you captured unsaid

in this wash basin of spit and resurrection

the strewn hair, clasped hands

in the birth

water, the red charge of calyx of coccyx.

 

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