the miscarriage and what came after
the baby fell out so I put it back in
to grow it to size to correct
the stitches I dropped I put in another sleeve I
lined fifty-five buttons up the…
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Your poems here these missives to chimera and meat have been stunning this month. Here reading. Paying deep attention. Allowing myself to be moved. Love Rebecca the Lesser
Rebecca the Greatest of All and Ever Time,
Knowing you are reading me has enlivened a part of me that’s been too long dormant.