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31 Joy Katz You eat with your fingers leave the bones like a watch all taken apart Even your mother, color of the city messed over her hands takes food from your fingers kissing them River women dunk their babies in a flash and catch them up like fish I love how slowly you eat You put your fingers into rice freely You put your hand into the warm mouths of sleepers You push the tiny bones from the linen of the fish skin, hold the flesh out to my lips as for a child ...

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