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out

under the willow

branches cowl

the center

of us lying

over the pile

of holes

us under

the fawn coated

in ticks you

rested

I sang

about us

on the cocoa path, the cardinal

that tea kettle filled

with your quilting

pins

we count

the needles piercing

our backs, hold

our breaths

we bleed

over

the world 

teaching me everything

about your birth

in the wait in

us holding in

between sinking

devouring it all

letting the air

out

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