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Far inland go my sad thoughts. It is too much never to leave this bench. I want to wander far inland. I remember hunting animals, the good food. It is too much never to leave this bench. I want to wander far inland. I hunted like men. I carried weapons, shot reindeer, bull, cow, and calf, killed them with my arrows one evening…
love set you going like a fat gold watch. the midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry took its place among the elements. our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. new statue. in a drafty museum, your nakedness shadows our safety, we stand round blankly as walls. i’m no more your mother than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own…