“under tables with green fire. / we are thinking / who's the child”
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“under tables with green fire. / we are thinking / who's the child”
“One of us remembers the honeyed ink / in the waiting womb…”
“I’d hear this man’s footsteps above me when in bed, trying to trap the sound of his feet with my eyes…”
