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First Line: We were consigned / little boxes, identical


We were consigned
little boxes, identical,
filled with milk, from no maternity.
They are warnings and completeness,
they are scraps. In the hour of a notebook, this
desiccated notebook. "The eyes
don't find me." Warnings and completeness. Of the one
who accompanied us on terrafirma
we all preserve the style.


Used by permission of Story Line Press.




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