• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 06
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There is a maiden surrounding me
and I embroider her name
into my skin, like a lithograph
like a memory
skin on skin, queen of the moon
how you live through the drying
of my skin, the silvering of my
lungs, transplant;
sing me a song of infinite heartbeats
swimming in precious feathers
         swimming in marigolds
sticking together, hooked close
like a scorpion’s grasp
a sigh between us, memento passed
acetate, the breadth of a butterfly’s wings
love, and the after