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    after Franz Wright's "Circle"Say we have a child, then another.    Who's to say we can't have more?Granny took your uncle    with her. Bad hearts            all around.There was so much sex    before you.Now you want to know    why I can't    won'tOne daughter plucksa skull    from the garden.One daughter slurpsfish scales    from a fountain.Dreams come crashing throughhorses, umbrella into Saturday.The daughter drawsa sun on the sidewalk        puddlesacross grass. Riverrun until her legsno more. Up, she saysI want to hold you. In my lap,she draws    more sun. Can't you please?    my husband wants to know. I am sorrythere is not enough of me    for you.It comes from everywhere. Sand in your shoes.Shake them out before you        come in. Wipe your teethon the mat. Say okay and I will until I diebecause our daughter    wantsanother sun. Because our daughter wants youso I do        and I make and I am.