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God, please let these bodies elide.
Trace me through the bloodline
& choose something different for me.
Spend the splendid moment here.
If she cannot take me in,
let me be my own surrogate.
Come, & be liminal with me.
I promise you I will be good
if you let me inside her skin.
Find me in the fog; I will light our way home.
I just want our breaths to synch,
even if it means me sinking.
So, crack a hermeneutic in half with me
& you be the judge of when it’s broken.
Let me convince you there is rupture
where you see nothing.
God, please let these bodies elide.
Let her convince me she’s a home,
not a catacomb.
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