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Little Map
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as your words opened into their third star-darkness The Blind Stirring of Love I rub my hands my cheeks with oil my breasts I bathe my genitals, my feet leaf and bark redden my mouth to draw down your mouth and all along you have been inside me streaming unforsakenness . . . Little Map The white pine the deer coming closer the ant in my bowl —where did she go when I brushed her out? The candle —where does it go? Our brush with each other the cradle of the real life 257 —two animal souls without cave image or word The Drinker You breathless Drinking drinking making for the door out of your life heading out through the chimney the body-hole out from the house the skin and bone out from the silence —Love won’t take you out death won’t take you out nothing that’s the same will take you out The Drinker (2) In the doorway your face a candle 258 door in the mountain ...