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The woods pulled
 on your sleeve
& the bathtub water
went black.
***
Your little brother's curtain
wrapped around your
other little brother.
***
What light comes
between your nightgown
& you?
***
An owl breaks the fold.
A cut tree spills.
A soft crutch hits
the dust.
***
A cold freezer
stocked with boys' blood.
***
I happened to myself
in
the very woods.
***
Bring your own dancing shoes,
your own shiny suitcase filled
with bricks & wolf dust.
You are coming through
the phone wires &
ice at once.
Little beast in the chimney
of your throat.
***
The birds caught in
the strange lather.
Moon colt, new bees,
a spun snaky light & laughter.
I know the way your children
hold the pencils to their
mouths.
***
This is the hidden melon.
This is the black light thwarting
your birds.
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