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Poetry


Returning
Samantha Bares

 

Returning to the slop of my body like flung batter. Are you like me, a transient gummy? No—trimmed to bits, you would coalesce, undisturbed. Remember, for me, how you would will yourself exhausted. Tongue reappears, but I am not aware of that. Hands of a builder or a young nothing. We sluice the street and patter, whole every time.

 

 

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