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| awaken this flesh with frozen raindrops. powder its lips with your fear. hold death until it rots in your arms. love me like you used to. (3-5-98) |
| "But this dark is deep: Now I warm you with my blood, listen to this flesh. It is far truer than poems." -Marina Tsvetayeva |
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| consoling myself by crawling inside you and falling asleep hearing your thoughts and dreaming your memories your heart beat pacing my breath your lungs pumping my blood sustained in you as in my isolation pod but no longer alone (Fall 1999) |