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Calabash

by on Feb 5, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

It breathes midnight— the shape of her hips is the body of a sitar notes that thrust notes that drone, that wash away breath. The shape of her hips a hand grenade washing her explosive mouth, the mouth of the winnisimmet— flowing, chasing rabbits Through muck and salt and salty clams....

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