i knew you before you had a mother, ...
i knew you when your connections belonged only to yourself, when you had no history to hook on to, ...
to night, turning, and the stars blinked like a cat. we swam in the last trickle of champagne before we knew breastmilk
"that saw through
her clothes, under
her skin, all the way down
to the transparent
genes confessing."
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