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Annunciation I saw my soul become flesh breaking open the linseed oil breaking over the paper running down pouring no one to catch it my life breaking open no one to contain it my pelvis thinning out into God * In our child house In our child house our mother read to us: England: there the little English boy would love us under neath a tree: not kill us: that was white space only like her childhood like her father her sorrow Nine Your hand on my knee I couldn’t move new poems 3 ...

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