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A Future

He reads

my cuticles

the way Daniel

reads palms

and knows

that I am

not worthy

of wifing.

Cutting

the peeled mango

flesh, the body

knows how

to hold some things

even when it doesn’t

have the angles

or hands

clean enough

for a child

of its own. And

I’m still

bleeding

and bleeding

and giving it away.

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