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WE MIGHT HERE CONSIDER WHETHER ALL HUMAN FORMS ARE NOT EQUALLY BEAUTIFUL

 

Mediocre and holy we loved each other

Sat in from the rain

The world not yet

Anything could have scurried under our underpants

Hanging as it were

Time in the grips of fetuses

Mothered, we opened the paper

Look

My mother and father we said

In bed we laughed because our mothers and fathers were not there

On the curved pleather we read the paper

Seeds in the cracks of my jeans

Kiss me

Kiss me

Posted 10/18/11
Books by Emily Kendal Frey
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