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rabia

Oliver Luker

which word comes and gives back, a coil of her
tightening and turning in the deeper troughs.

I inhaled light at the throat, a startling gulp,
where she opened the neck to let the breathers in -

and I’ve not been whole, I’ve not been right,
I’ve been unmade, at the very least.

Where you ache, is that a place you can name?



Oliver Luker

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