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Hope Dufault
Sep 9, 2021
Summer, 2021

A water-pulse of the body,

the void-held centre rocking with I

me, oh, my cardiac spurtation

thighs, thyroid, thumbs, thalamus, throat, testicles,

roaring lactescent cloud

hyetal milk

rolling off the back of the tongue as butter.

Moaning flesh-jelly holding a hand,

drowning a white moth.

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