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142 This Body, The River After a painting by Jim Denomie, Asiginak Phthalo: All that time I ran underground, green as mud. I didn’t know I would flow until some boy stretched out with me by the river— Cadmium: stretched me to my water self, my still but moving center that entered me in the spring still cool enough for breath to come in clouds and me so young I thought it was love Ultramarine: to be so close to the dark movement of water in the hard bed, through frozen riverbanks bristling with new grass and just that once Titanium: just that first time, this body, the river flows around stones, whorls an undertow, makes a map, borders another territory, divides up the whole wide wet world. ...

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