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17 Turtle Island Poem Number One A savage morning the blinds shut do you really prefer sleeping with cats the moon in someone’s coffee cup the locked gate the lost keys that he unlocked that I found I left them on the bookshelf torn pieces of thread all our red flesh memory blankets of flesh blankets of blood bones and the sea carrying us west the sun drowning the sea filled with rainbows memories scattered dew on the sleeve ...

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