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ishango

home built around hearth. body
full of brutal architecture? built
around incessant tides pulling blood tallies
across bone calendars.

i baked bread yesterday,
measured flour, yeast, saltwater heat. left to fill
skeletal imprints of my hands
i did not eat.

kept the sea out of myself. virgin
goddesses knew the months
better than i. knew calculus
of mirrored x body. counted brackish veins.

vesta and selene. sexless violence
inscribed, inverted,
what lunacy? i baked bread again today
let scores burn to cinder.

shoulderblade moon. scorched hearth.
turned my skin inside out.
swept up the ash. kept
myself housed in unfamiliar oceans.

 

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