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The numbers are numbers, not dates.
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01 — Blink
A hand on my shoulder.
Settle, tune in.
A seagull, so far from the sea, so choosy
with its lampposts. Wrong Way Turn Around
sign tipping
off the edge of a world now
watery blur at interstate speed.
A mother tells me
about the songs her boys sing
at bedtime. Throws her head back to laugh.
I sprout white feathers, my limbs changed
for talons. Woman, the symbol.
Woman, the organism.
This strange, big thing - what, love?
Why not? Love: noun, verb. Love: tidy proxy
word for fear of God, for being and being,
for the brightness that begets being.
Behind the static, so many eyes
blinking loud, squeaky cartoon blinks. Still
in me: the child who just thought
someone should look back.