Each of Our Stomachs Got Hard
Patrick Samuel

We went about pushing so not to dent them,
our legs looked in by anyone who would.
I would be you if made to.

We'd start a family on the wall; we'd make
faces of everything and get our hands better.
We were different then, helping

gowns round each other's waists.
Something about us grew few between,
what we called survival at once.

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