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Oct 2021
you are (nothing if) not a fool
I didn't win you working wet-necked tricks that I
invented for boys -
     un-sacred boys

I bore you my soul in a jar -
             soaking in jasmine tea,
                                    no perfume,
                                                     disintegrating in thick devotion

you set it in the sun
and told me it deserved more than that.
mira
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mira  angel's landing, utah
(angel's landing, utah)   
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