--what?
If Mercury was here I would say cosmic
but for now I am stuck with continental.
Heartsick. I feel moon-beaten, like Sylvia.
--how do you know?
Doves with their necks broken, mud pits
full of flies, corn kernels undergrown and callused.
Come with me, I will show you.
--where are we going?
Always back to the water, little sister.
Bring your limestone heart, your coal eyes,
your granite bones. Come with me, I
will show you.
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