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and the moment i slept i was swept up in a terrible tremor

(though no longer bereft, how i shook! and i couldn't remember)

settle down settle down, my desire.
18 May 1984
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then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision
while, somewhere,
with your pliers and glue
you make your first incision
and in a moment of almost-unbearable vision
doubled over with the hunger of lions
'hold me close', cooed the dove
who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds

the vagina dentata is love