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Lovers at Night with a Quilt
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LOVERS AT NIGHT WITH A QUILT Legs snapping coneflowers, we shamble past the hill where mice roam through a deer’s rib cage pierced by grass. Stars behind clouds and this blanket we lay down won’t light us. I’ve lost my hand in your shadow, grope your cheek to find fingers. Kiss me, hard and dark. Take root in my mouth even when mosquitoes tap the hum of my veins. ...