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COMES UNBIDDEN
 
Raw, in the way that
ocean is
when it touches the pier
with its
slow
cat's tongue






            oh yes


we are raw
since autumn's
forest burned
since our glass trees
wept and fell







and the way
the light walks
along the rails
head down











flesh
friends
is certain
flesh comes
unbidden
raw
to the bone


            oh yes







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