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95 Maps of Time Somewhere south, a woman you loved extrudes a pasty-headed child between thighs once meaning the world to you. Half-her, half- the guy crouching near her neck—telling her, breathe honey, breathe—it’s not the child you once thought you’d witness drawing its first astonished breath. Somewhere west, a woman you loved stops a cauterwaul by placing her left nipple in a dime-sized mouth—a nipple near where you once laid your own head; a place above a heart you had held wholly. You curl into the childless woman drawing long, identical breaths, her perfect curves unchanged by all you’ve given her through tonight. Your body echoes her pose, your head on her dark hair. You try not to wake her, you don’t disturb. You close your eyes, breathe carefully, hoping to upset nothing here. ...

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