To this day you can't touch Madame Curie's protective clothing
Elizabeth Zuba

Quiet ears revealed a little at a time
twitch and fold

render spontaneous alphabets or bumblebee bats

minutely by nickname mercilessly
a homeland

foraged by its own limits. o homeland
what's to come

with one good eye
tiny sovereign uprisings

reassembled to die uranium and be buried as lead.

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