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63 In the Garden of the Bridehouse The Bridehouse says: ——. The Bridehouse says: language then flesh, flesh then allegory. If resurrection, the coiled flame authoring the heat of every felt form, would you remember the pollenheavy pregnancy of lisianthus before the scream inside our stars fell through the botanical? Skin seamoss soft, the Eden my tears remember . . . I held you death in hands when our hands were branded with the letters radiance pulls through the scab of name’s touch. ...

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