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My children tickle me to laughter

My children tickle me to laughter, tricking the famine in our bellies…

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Who’s she kidding?

Who’s she kidding? They tsk as she goes by…

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Pulling on the pants, she's neutered

Pulling on the pants, she’s neutered. Does it matter that she loves her breasts, even bound? She stares at her cheekbones. “I’m still here.”

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Newfound song, don’t leave me

Newfound song, don’t leave me without a struggle. I possess this elegance. Rags of the old time on fire now humming wonder from fear.

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Backbone

In these mansions: the columns, the arches, the beds, the paintings, the tables,

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