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the girl encounters the butterfly hug at the toran of EMDR


this can be done anytime. really
anytime. watch the hands
alternate–they teach the children

this–on either side of the chest, arms
cross. we can hear the hollow noise of ends
as our fingers taunt the bone chambers

of the chest and we map the gardens
while they wave. almost
the sky. here, tuesday is

thursday and five days means no
things at all here, because it is the same
as three. and if it can be seen

then it is not worth
so much–if it can be seen. our star
between my thighs is the anvil to press the jump

rings to pavement and with a rock
or teeth, make them a heaven strand
for my throat. so, let’s go

to court for the gloryless campaign
of ire too close–this sorrowful
business surrounding the boy.



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